Usually when I break down and eat cookies it's because I haven't eaten enough during the day. At night I have found myself starving...well okay, not starving but hungry...so I grab the first thing I can find that appeals to me and it's usually something sweet. Cookies standing up and stuffed down fast are what my stomach knows and loves.
Today was a different story. When I started my journey...a short three days ago...I ridded my house of food that I really didn't want to eat. I figured I'd face a SWEETS dilemma sometime down the road, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. Of course I was wrong. Go figure!
Just before noon my friend came over for lunch and brought all kinds of good things for a gigantic salad. And cookies. My first plan was to eat the salad and not eat a cookie. I prepared the salad with the tenderness of a mother handling a newborn baby. I dressed it till it glistened. Then I sat down and slowly chewed and swallowed one bite after another until I wasn't hungry anymore.
I put on a pot of coffee and savoured the scent of the roasted beans. The steaming coffee made me remember the cup of coffee I had with Keith on Sunday. Someone handed him a piece of birthday cake. "Are you going to eat that?" I asked.
"I don't deprive myself of anything," Keith told me. "I just don't eat cake all the time." Funny how some conversations are just meant to be. A wise dietitian had said the same words to me on more than one occasion. I thought of her too.
I handed my friend a cookie and took one for myself. A steaming mug of coffee, a good friend, and a fudge cookie. What a great way to have a special lunch. I'm feeling fine!