Jan 1, 2025
Well, I almost blew it this morning. I woke up on New Year’s Day in good spirits. After coming home yesterday from a family road trip, I decided to finish cleaning up the kitchen from last night- which I was too tired to do- and make a little breakfast. Yesterday, my mother-in-law made some pancakes which I was able to avoid by digging into the scrambled eggs with cheese and grits- sans sugar of course. I know pancakes and waffles, while devoid of excessive sugar, are enough to trigger me into wanting more. Then there’s the syrup or my personal favorite, confectionary sugar sprinkled on top of melted butter. So good! Today, I would just stick with making an omelet large enough to share, some turkey bacon, and some oatmeal for the family when they arise.
I grabbed my usual banana. (I am not stopping natural sugars- only processed!) I love a good banana in the morning. It really is the perfect food and I like mine without any brown and preferably no green but would take a little green before the brown. Slight underripe suits my taste buds better than slightly overripe. This usually does the trick of satisfying my appetite enough that I don’t do anything too stupid with my diet first thing in the morning.
However, as I am going in and out of the refrigerator, I noticed a small container with cookie dough. My stepdaughter made snickerdoodles last week and left extra dough to bake one or two cookies at a time as a nice treat. This is a great way to make the cookies last longer and ensure they are not gobbled up in one day, particularly by me. Yet, I was slowly breaking off little bits of the cookie dough, just small enough for me to convince myself that maybe the other people in the house won’t notice it is disappearing. I know they know though but maybe I will only be slightly ridiculous opposed to ridiculous. It’s only social etiquette really that keeps me from eating all the cookie dough. And I don’t care that it is raw- I love it!
This morning, the container with the last bit of dough is staring me in the face and instinctively reach for it to break off that little piece, yes at 8 am on New Year’s Day. I paused, not because I just made a commitment to no sugar, but that it was rather a small piece, enough for only one cookie. It would be rude or maybe just too obvious. Then I also realized that stealing that little piece of dough would also break my new pact with myself. So that’s the truth- a little bit of shame and manners maybe kept my sugar free streak alive. We’ll see how the rest of the day goes!