"Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first." Maybe...
I have a sweet tooth. Well come to think of it, I have a mouthful of sweet teeth. I can devour a whole cheesecake without giving it a second thought. Ice cream cake gives me a thrill. Caramel dripping off the sides of my sundae - so divine!
But dessert and sweets are so unforgiving - they give you the best feeling ever and then let you down, way down. Just as you think life couldn't get any better, the last bite comes and it's over :( Just like that and you have to stop or that scale will reveal the awful numbers you dread.
So, yes, I love my sweets...but I also have to stop to think about what it is doing to me.
I am no longer at the point in my life where I can eat anything I want, whenever I want. I have to watch the calories and make sure I am healthy. But I really don't do much to make that happen.
I'm a "two-weeker" - as my husband so lovingly calls me. I start a healthy lifestyle: eating my veggies, fruits, staying away from my favorite carbs, watching every single bite that comes into contact with my mouth...and then the two-week marker begins. "Oh, one bite of chocolate won't hurt. I am entitled!" And then the downward spiral begins....down, down, down until I gain all the weight back again.
It makes me sad, really sad. Knowing that I can't indulge makes me angry. I often say that I don't want to die knowing that I deprived myself. But then I think, if I don't stop indulging, will it really be that big of a sacrifice? Will I "just die" without that morsel of chocolate chip cookie just out of the oven?
Nope, not really. I'll survive because although dessert makes me happy, it is a small thrill. Compared to everything else in my life and what I risk losing if I keep "indulging" - well, I guess, I *can't* have my cake and eat it too.
Still sad, though...
...and (stomping my foot on the ground) I still want dessert!
~ Nay ~
PS: Anyone have pointers for after the two weeks? :)