Back to the Holidays...

Seriously starting a diet during the holidays poses many challenges, as you can well imagine. There are not only the holidays to contend with, but other get-togethers pose serious challenges in figuring out what to eat. Passing through Thanksgiving with flying colors, I had confidence to move on to the rest of the season. Each day I was, and still am, pretty consumed with what I would eat next. This was not due to being hungry, I always ate when I was hungry. I was just making sure I did everything right. I was always afraid that if I screwed up even once that I would be back at square one. That is totally not true of course. There are allowances for indulgences on any diet, I just chose not to indulge and that has worked for me so far.

During December, I had a concert with The Fall River Symphony Orchestra. Members of the orchestra and choir had a chance to get an extra ticket by baking something for the bake sale after the concert. I chose my favorite holiday indulgence, congo bars. Talk about a glutton for punishment. As I was taking them out of the pan and putting them onto plates, I got some on my finger, oh my … automatically my finger started to go to my mouth. I caught myself before I ate it, went into the kitchen and rinsed off my hands. That is the absolute truth! There was no dilemma as to whether I wanted it or not, no thought of how good it would be. I only knew that I had to get it off my finger! (I did tell you in an earlier post that you wouldn’t hear any stories of how my ‘carb cravings’ would lead to some funny stories, sorry) Normally, when I make congo bars I’m the first to ‘make sure they taste good’ and clean any crumbs from the pan. It’s pretty ridiculous how I would eat them like they were the last food on earth.

After the concert we made spaghetti at our house, for my family who attended the concert. I had literally run out of time to make some biscuits that I would eat. So while everyone else had the nice, aromatic, fresh Italian bread, I quickly toasted my low-carb bread, buttered it and I was good. While I was eating my spaghetti and toast(spaghetti squash for Ma and I; there we go being the ‘special people‘ again), I noticed, very briefly, a look that my toast received from someone. That look seemed to say, “Jeez, that’s what she gets to have? Poor girl!”. I smiled inwardly because I knew I was fine and they just didn’t understand …