Two things that seem like they should be completely harmless. They are not.
One of my great passions in life is baking. There is nothing I like more than finding a new recipe and then turning all these completely different things like eggs, flour, baking powder into a delicious treat. This in self would appear to people to be detrimental to someone that is trying to lose weight. The good thing, I don't actually nibble on my treats themselves. Sure I'll have one or two over a span of, according to my hubby, way too long. Not that my treats aren't delicious, they are, but I'm not big on the sweets. I'll destroy a steak, but cake will go forever without me laying a finger in it. There is a problem though. I have a batter weakness. A finger dip here, and lick there- and before I know it I've consumed way too many calories.
That's why I'm so proud of myself right now. I made, from scratch, chocolate cupcakes with fresh (pureed it myself) strawberry butter-cream frosting without dipping my finger in the batter at all. Not even once! And btw- I'm making these now because tomorrow is one of my friends last day at work. She's moving across the state and we're having a goodbye potluck for her.
At the same time I'm disappointed in myself. Let me tell you why.
Thursday's are my special night. My hubby goes out and plays trivia and I stay in and watch Matthew MacFayden on Netflix. This weeks feature: Maybe, Baby followed up by some MI-5. Matthew is barely in the movie and he's got atrocious blond hair in it, but I digress. During these nights while I'm watching Matthew I order Chinese and have them deliver it. Tonight I ate 2 egg rolls. Two. Deux. I don't even wanna talk about the beef and broccoli. Saturday is the day I allow myself to be naughty. Today is definitely not Saturday and yet here I am. Being naughty. Le sigh.
I'm not going to freak out and punish myself, however, I have to be good on Saturday now and that's going to make for a long weekend. Trail and error. Life is an on-going process.