I LOVE candy, cake, cupcakes, cheesecake, ice cream, gelato. You name it, I love it. It’s always been a weakness, especially when I am hormonally challenged.
When I am limiting my carbs, my desire to inhale a bag of oreos* evaporates. Not lessened . . . gone.
As I sit on the sofa “watching” the Bears game (mainly to see if my acquaintance does anything of note), I know I have plenty of diet-derailing goodies around for the ex: chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies on the top shelf of the pantry, a package of premade cookie dough in the fridge, candy from my stocking that I tossed in my carry-on when I left, a handful of hershey’s kisses on the nightstand (from unpacking, I think), and chocolate turtle ice cream.
Though I know they are there, I am not at all tempted. Like at all. It’s not as though I am denying myself goodies and fretting about it. It’s truly: do not want.
Of all the diets I have done in my life, this one has always been the most successful because it just eliminates my desire for sweets.
*Yeah, we actually did this a couple of days before Christmas. My mother and I lounged in the living room drinking a Malbec that I was not so crazy about, and eating oreo cookies. The two of us polished off the bag in 24 hours. Yikes.
