Although I reached my goal a year and a half ago, I have gained a few pounds back. Sugar is one of the enemies. Not only does it add too many empty carbohydrates to my diet (way of eating) but after many years, I have finally realized it is the source of some of my migraines.
My daughter (a recent high school grad) knows of my struggle. And so yesterday, when I was eager to have my weekly dessert I decided to buy something ready-made. Driving past a nearby grocery, I pulled in to pick up my favorite cookies: Pepperidge Farm Milanos. The 'mint' variety was chosen since they didn't carry the 'orange'. When I entered our home, she questioned me about the contents of my bag. Alas, there are no secrets to be kept from grown children.
I sheepishly pulled them out of the bag and was quickly met with, "Mom! you don't want those, you'll get a headache..." I returned her concern with, "That's only when I eat like 7 of them, I'm just going to have 2 or 3, and besides, that's also when I eat them right before bed so, so there!" She replies that I need to at least get them out of her sight so I tuck them away but then...
She leaves the room. I sneak them back out and sitting in front of the computer, I open the bag. I eat one, then two, one more makes three, oh what the heck four is an even number, well, good grief, five would be an equal third of the bag and how it is divided. However, I don't stop there, I grab one more and then simultaneously feeling remorse as she walks through the room, I put them away. Damage done.
Morning comes quick and I race to ready myself for work. By the time I arrive, retribution sets in. I don't feel so good: dizzy, nauseous and horror of horrors, full penance now due as a migraine sets in. Just who is the real enemy here: sugar or self?
I send a text:
MAMA: I have a migraine. (sigh) I hate Milanos.
DAUGHTER: I told you so. :-(
Many uncomfortable hours and several Ibuprofen later, I am fortunate to have the headache gone. I make homemade carrot juice, a large spring salad, a homemade burger (from grass-fed beef) on wheat bread. Oh! aren't I so virtuous?
I think, yes, that's it, I think I deserve a treat! So off to the kitchen I go... I look in the cabinet, the back of the counter top, another cabinet, ALL the cabinets, in my bags, in the frig, the cabinets again...
Where? where are my Milanos? Aha! SHE has done this to me, indeed I smell a rat... but the rat has taken a daylong road trip, thus another texting session ensues...
MAMA: Can't find my cookies.
DAUGHTER: You are welcome. ;-)
MAMA: LOL (stomp, stomp) LOL (pout) (stomp, stomp, pout) Argh! I hate this but I love you... OK, where are they? Argh! (sigh) Never mind, I surrender. :-(
DAUGHTER: Hahahaha, funniest text I've ever gotten from you! I love you, too. I will give them back to you tomorrow, but only two. :-) I love you!
MAMA: LOLOL I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW! Thank you for love in action. :-)
DAUGHTER: You can wait! You'll be thankful that you did. :-)
15 min later... (feeling virtuous again, hmm, how about an innocent bowl of cereal with just a little spoon of...)
MAMA: Um, I can't find the sugar... I can't FIND the sugar... is this, is this part of your master plan?
DAUGHTER: Yes. :-) I got you good!
She got me alright. She's got my number but good.
Sugar and spice and everything nice
That's what little girls are made of.