Like a moth to flame…

My plan for the Saturday after Thanksgiving was to hit the gym, thirty minutes after my homemade apple pie breakfast.  Two delicious bites for old times sake and I was done with sweets until Christmas. I shouldn’t brag, but this was the best pie I’ve made in a long, long time.  I couldn’t stay away from my own creation.  I was not about to ruin all my gym and swim time with dessert after dessert, just two bites of dessert. I have some control.  This lasted eight hours.

Auntie Elinor came to dinner and guess what she brought for dessert? Apple pie. I am a firm believer in not offending anyone who brings a treat. After all, food is often a gift from the heart and to me, it’s rude not to have a small slice. I was not trying to justify a cheat on my newly minted diet. I honestly believe in this courtesy.

On Sunday I was on my diet again, until after dinner. That pie Auntie Elinor brought was “YUGE”, to quote the Donald. It just kept staring me down as I cleaned up the kitchen. “I’ll just have a little bit. I can start the real diet tomorrow.”

Monday was my day. I went to spin. I ate a salad and soup for lunch. I did really well all day. By 6 pm I was starving, the wrong state to be in at the grocery store. I found myself debating which flavor of organic pop tarts I should get, so I picked two: pomegranate and strawberry. Nobody at home will care if I just have one. Ok, ok. NOW I’m done.

Tuesday I shopped again only to find myself excited to see frosted, peppermint pretzel slims, a holiday treat. “Oh, I should get those for the boys. I’ll just eat a few.” Salty and sweet together are DEADLY. I highly recommend keeping the bag closed until returning home. If the bag is open, near the driver and an unexpected detour delays the return home another fifteen minutes, the loved one will never know a treat was purchased on their behalf.  I moved the bag to the floor.  A few fragments survived.

So, as of 9:30 pm Tuesday, the diet has lasted. I’m staying away from grocery stores and Auntie Elinor and I’m still sweets-free. On Saturday, I should have said, “The diet starts in thirty minutes and three days.”  I hope I can last beyond a day.