A thoughtful SparkFriend sent me two Wedding Cake Goodies, in honor of my upcoming September 1st 50th wedding anniversary. I think she felt sorry for me because I was whining a week or so ago about my disappointment that I hadn't lost the amount of weight I had wanted to lose and was way off on my predictions of what I would weigh on September 1st.
"What did we learn?"---Losing weight for special events is motivating and it works. However, it's a good idea to plan how you will handle disappointment, if you miss the mark, like I did.
After acknowledging that I had "whoopsies" fallen short, of my self-chosen goal, owning my mistakes, and fussing to my friends for a day (so I didn't have to stew about my predicament alone), I got back with it.
After all, it was one lousy little benchmark that was off, not my entire life. Fighting the desire for perfection is one of the stickier problems that has gotten in my face, in so many subtle ways, throughout this whole weight loss soap opera. Anyhoo, I readjusted my goals and am moving nicely past the self-doubts toward a more reasonable September 1st target. I am "kicking butt and taking names", a delightful descriptive phrase that builds a fire under me. I hadn't heard it in a while until I ran across it in a SparkFriend's blog. I love it!
But, I DIGRESS, like always.
Here's the story that prompted my blog title.
While determining what to do instead of eating both cakes in one sitting, like in the old days, I came up with a plan. I would send one to a friend, who has a wedding scheduled in April, and freeze the other one, layer by layer, so that i could make the enjoyment last longer than one day.
I could see myself with a cup of coffee and a reasonable portion or two (whatever the Spark Tracker says that is) when I want a special treat.
That plan reminded me of the time I ate the whole motherlovin' top layer of my daughter's wedding cake, foolishly left in MY freezer, for her 1st anniversary pleasure. She blames me for the failure of that marriage.
I seriously considered buying another cake and eating everything but the top, so I wouldn't get caught. But, what the frakkle!!!! I just owned up to it.
That was then, and this is now. I am kicking butt and taking names, as I am working to change the habits and self-talk that got me to "morbidly obese" several years ago. Now, I'm merely "overweight".
BTW, we will be running off to an undisclosed location, just like we did when we got married up. We want to avoid the sheet cake in the garage and the party our girls threatened to throw. We VANT to be alone. Yaah, we still do it.
When pics from our commemorative photo shoot become available, I will share them with YINZ all. I think we will have fun with the photographer. He does fashion photography, too.
Gotta go now. Date night.
EDIT: A note to CATS
I have not only read about such shenanigans to hide the "crime", I have done them, but not with anything as big as a wedding cake, with all of those tiers. You are looking at a hardcore recovering emotional eater here.
EDIT#2 For those who requested cake info
It's too late for a coverup eatfest now. So, please don't order me a replacement for the one I ate back in 1983. That being said, I believe it was a hazelnut cake with buttercream frosting. The bakery was Hartter's in Milwaukee. It was good grub. (On the flip side, it would probably balance things out if I were to mention the "Good Boy" Chocolate Drop incident. Not my favorite.) I still dislike being told to sit.
I'm not saying that I couldn't have eaten an entire wedding cake and left the top layer untouched, so that only I would have known what happened. I believe my reasons for fessing up were the expense of a replacement cake and the fact that I didn't want to "founder" myself on it and ruin cake for myself forever.
What's "founder", you ask? All I know is that's what my relatives in Tennessee called eating so much of a thing that you never wanted to eat it, see it, or even think about it, ever again. I have never been able to do that, in all honesty, so my concern on that score was really a waste.
EDIT #3 Child Bride
I was 19 on my wedding day and my "Sugarman" was 25. Thanks for the compliments. I clean up OK, for an old broad. I think you are responding to my "happy glow". I looked a lot older before I began the ongoing dance classes back in 2003, with between 80 and 90 additional pounds on me. "Being (here comes the F-word) FAT" does make most of us look old, I'm afraid.
EDIT #4 Doe in picture of my page's background
The doe is not a personal pet. It or one of its family does, however, eat our flowers daily. There are about 8 deer hanging out, winter and summer, in the wooded outlot behind us. We don't feed or encourage them. They have just decided they live here.