It was a small, seemingly harmless little package, caringly left on the doorstep with good, friendly intentions. Little did I realize that the moment I brought it inside and set it down on the kitchen counter, it would morph into an insidious, evil temptation that became the very bane of my heretofore stoic self-discipline that day.
What could I possibly be talking about? The gooey, cinnamon-y, yummy monkey bread that my friend left for me and family to say hello and that she was thinking of me. Yeah, some friend!
I had done well that whole day. Healthy, balanced meals with good portion control. Plenty of fruits and veggies. The only between-meal snack I allowed myself was a low-cal protein shake. I’d worked out that morning. I felt good, not even hungry. Even when I realized that a potential dietary land mine had been left on the front porch, I picked it up and casually thought that I might actually take a nibble and then throw the rest out. Then R caught a look at it and was interested. “What’s that? Can I try some?” I thought, “why not? Then I’ll throw it out.” Then the cream cheese frosting on the counter caught her other eye. “Can I put frosting on it?” Wow, this child really is mine. I took a double-take at the frosting container. Why in the world is that just sitting there on the counter? Oh yeah, earlier Z had been dragging cans and boxes out of the pantry for fun and I hadn’t had a chance to put them all away yet. And that tub o’ frosting just happened to still be perched right there in the most horribly relevant spot on the counter: right next to the newly acquired, odious monkey bread.
K walked past at that very moment and immediately perked up as he realized what direction the conversation was heading: straight into Splurgeville! He whipped off the foil lining on the frosting can while I fumbled with the twist tie in my haste to open the monkey bread baggie. Then the spackling commenced. No, we didn’t just daintily add dollops of smooth, delightful frosting…we downright smeared that gooey, sticky, sweet decadence upon the chewy, moist, yeasty cinnamon goodness of the bread.
Delightful…just utterly delectable. Do I regret it? Well, of course, duh. But, honestly, not much. I’m already over it. I was over it the moment I licked my last finger clean. Today I got up and started off with a great breakfast, got in an awesome heavy bag workout and my good momentum continued the rest of the day. When K pulled out the leftover frosting and dipped a few Nilla Wafers into it, I allowed myself two. That’s all I needed. Then I immediately turned my attention elsewhere.
The question isn’t, “will I have another binge session like that?” because, yeah, you will. Hopefully not real soon, but you will. The real question is “what will I do after my next binge session?”
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