My entire life has been one big consideration as to whether or not I should eat something or not. I grew up donning a bum and I’m no fragile waif. My mother has been heavy my entire life and I have always considered everything I put in my mouth. I never wanted to be heavy and food has been like my lifelong bully. It has dominated every day in my life and I wake up thinking about what I’m going to eat…for the ENTIRE day! OK, I realize I have a problem. Since I began running a few years ago I worry less about it because I know I’ll put in a workout that will help balance things off. I have given up 90% of my bread consumption and milk only happens once in a while. I don’t eat a lot of sweets although I do have what is probably my fair share now. I don’t drink alcohol except perhaps once per year and I don’t consume soda. I do drink lots of water but it needs flavoring added or I can’t be bothered. I rarely eat pancakes or pizza and I would eat salad every day of the year for lunch, dinner or both if I could afford it.
I give up my fair share of bad stuff so I feel like I’m doing ok. Last night however, without warning as I was making cupcakes for a school event and one of those suckers just jumped in my mouth before I could stop it! COME ON! Look at them!
They were too good to resist and I didn’t care that I hadn’t run to earn it. I had to have one and I did. So what. No one cares that I ate a cupcake and I didn’t balloon overnight into a blimp because of it. I will tell you it was so delicious with the red velvet goodness that housed a chocolate raspberry filling and was topped with a yummy purple powdered sugar frosting sprinkled with blue sugar sprinkles. I was defenseless what could I do? I was blindsided by a cupcake sneak attack. You see I had to do it right? Tomorrow I’ll be running that off!