I survived Halloween through sheer luck. I am down 2.4 pounds from my last weigh in a couple of weeks ago. I sat in my car before the meeting recounting the Twix and Snickers, Reese Cups and Three Musketeers, and all of the other candy that I had eaten. I thought I was going to be in for a bad number. I didn't want to face the music. I just wanted to turn around and head home in defeat. I was certain that the scale was going to ridicule me. Fortunately, I was wrong.
Now I am filled with a renewed confidence to go out and tackle November. I have a little over three weeks before Thanksgiving to plot my course through the minefield of turkey, sweet potato casserole, and pumpkin pie. I'll have at least three Thanksgiving dinners to attend so it is not as simple as saving my flex and activity points for one day. I have to do this thing several times.
I've been thinking a lot lately about my relationship with sweets. I don't crave them to the point that I seek them out. I've never been one to get in the car and go to Dairy Queen just for a Blizzard. My problem lies in being close to sweets. I went to two birthday parties this past weekend, and both were disasters for me. Birthday cake must be my biggest trigger food. It has everything to do with the icing. Cake icing goes straight to my brain and produces such pleasure, that I am sure that is what drugs feel like. I never have to worry about going out to score some illicit drug and getting busted by the cops. I can just go to Kroger and get a can of Betty Crocker, no questions asked. Cake icing just does something to me. When served cake, I ask for a corner to maximize my haul. I wait until everyone else has been served then go back to the see what is left. Almost always, the icing around the base of the cake is left on the tray. I cut a little piece of the cake, but then I take the spatula and scrape up all of the cast away icing. I'm a junkie for it.
The only way I see to defeat this problem is to go cold turkey. I did it with soda and haven't had one in so long that I don't remember my last one. I still think about Diet Pepsi when I'm at the gas station looking for something to drink, but I pass it up in favor of tea. I guess I just need to give up desserts in the same fashion. Right now, when I go to a party, I just obsess over the cake until it comes time to eat it. Once I eat it, I just hover around waiting for a chance at another score. It has to end somehow. I need to just quit altogether. I need to go to a party and avoid the cake. I don't want to even look at it.
I've got another party coming up. We'll see what happens.
Thursday's Steps: 13,163
Friday's Steps: 8,517
Saturday's Steps: 7,286
Sunday's Steps: 11,002
Yesterday's Steps: 7,534
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