Monday, June 28, 2010
It was all I could do yesterday to walk away from the garage fridge where my stash of frosty cold bubbly diet Pepsi's were artfully arranged-ready to be consumed in a single, swift grab. Had someone gotten in my way-I would have smacked them down-without remorse. But I resisted. Turned my back. And walked away. A small victory. And really not one worth even mentioning. Not exactly a good vs evil moment... But it was about CONTROL. So my mantra this week is CONTROL YOURSELF. I'm putting on the proverbial brakes and purging THE LAST SUPPER binging. I really appreciated Southern Belle's comments (paraphrased): You will cook and eat again and even find joy in food and serving it to others...just differently and not so much... So stuffing myself (feelings) has to go. I CAN control myself. This morning I made the most simple and delicious Southern sandwich known to mankind: thick tomato slices on an onion roll with purple onion and light mayo and cracked pepper. The kind of sandwich that runs down your arms and you wanna lick the juice off your elbows. And as the last bite went down, I instantly wanted another... But not today... because maybe, maybe...this time...I'll beat this monster...for good.