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22 September 2008 @ 06:54 pm
whinging, as warned, about no sweets  

Today I have had the thought, “I could make a batch of cookies and just eat two!” more than once.

Then I have faced reality. It’s possible I might just eat two today. I might be able to be that good. And I might say I’ll just eat two tomorrow. However, tomorrow–and let’s assume I’m really being good–I will *actually* have two for dessert after lunch, and then after dinner say, “Well, that was two after lunch, but this is dinner, so I can have two now!” And that’s the very best case scenario. The real scenario is that I’d eat fifteen cookies tomorrow. I’d have two or three or five for breakfast. I’d have two or four after lunch. I’d have several for a snack. I’d have several after dinner. I would know that this was not good for me and that it was self-defeating behavior, but when you get right down to it, I really like sweets, and their presence overrides my wisdom.

I did not make cookies. I am fairly whiny about this. I want a treat. I’m tired of being good. And oh look, by George, it turns out that today is day 11 of being good. I actually had to look to find that out, but did I not say that days 1-3 would be very hard, and then days 10-12 would be equally suckful? I did. And they are.

But this morning I got on the scale. Having stopped eating sweets, and with no other change in my behavior, I have lost 4.4 pounds in the past eleven days.

I eat too goddamned many sweets.


(x-posted from the essential kit)
Current Mood: hungryhungry
rhienellethrhienelleth on September 22nd, 2008 07:06 pm (UTC)
A sweet tooth is a terrible thing, sometimes. I feel your pain, and I had to laugh out loud when I read "The real scenario is that I’d eat fifteen cookies tomorrow." Because, yes, absolutely! And those two cookies today? For me, sure, two cookies would be no problem...if you didn't count the two or three cookies worth of dough I snuck while making them.

In my family, our sweet tooths (sweet teeth?) are well documented. My grandmother loves to tell the story of how her father-in-law used to walk over from his farm to theirs to see them when their first daughter was a baby. He would cuddle and hold the baby, and feed her spoonfuls of sugar to "make her sweeter".

My grandfather always keeps a well stocked candy dish around. My Mom, my sister and I all have terrible cravings for sweets. My husband, on the other hand, could totally go sweet-free and never even think twice about it. He also has a kick ass metabolism, whereas I gain weight if I so much as look at a chocolate bar.

It just isn't fair. :(