Sunday, April 20, 2008

The Anti-Craving

I don't keep a lot of junk food in my house because I lack self control. Usually when I want something like brownies and cookies, I make myself bake them from scratch. That way I know I really want them if I go through that effort. Then once they're made, they last for about 2 days before I demolish whatever is sitting saran-wrapped on my kitchen table because if I don't eat them they taunt me and tease me and never let me forget they're there. Self con-what?

For the past 2 days there has been cheese cake in my fridge, breyers vanilla bean ice cream (my favorite) in my freezer, Hershey's chocolate syrup, whip cream and a giant bag of Reese's peanut butter cups.
Do you understand the endless possibilities of sugary, chocolaty, fatty goodness right at my fingertips?
I haven't touched them.

Good for me, you might be thinking, because, really I don't want them at all.
So why are they still haunting me? WHY? I keep thinking to myself, "Break up those Reese's, mix them in the ice cream! You love that!" "Pour some chocolate syrup on the cheese cake! It's so delicious!" I know this food is yummy, but I'm just so uninterested in them.
It's freaking me out that I don't want them, and I'm obsessing over the food in the same way I would if I were trying not to eat them...only...I don't want to eat them! What the hell, man?! What the hell?!


DeeDee said...

Wow! You have way more self control than I can confess to girl! I can, no lie, eat an entire bag of miniature Reese's by myself. I'm convinced those things are laced with crack. Once I start I can't stop.

I'm embarrassed to also admit that I eat a regular sized cup in one bite. Yep, just one. They are the best when I chug 'em down with Dr. Pepper.

Is it any wonder I blog about being a chunk? Good thing they are my only vice...that I'll admit to anyway.

By the way, I found you when you left a comment over at Dad Gone Mad.