Sunday, February 03, 2013
I’ve discovered a regrettable stain, a visual reminder of an unfortunate deed.
No, it’s not blood on the comforter on my bed. It’s chocolate! The only victim here is me.
MacBeth wanted power and had the opportunity to get it.
I wanted comfort and in the fridge I saw an almost empty can of chocolate icing.
So I grabbed it.
Who saves icing? DH wasn’t able to get it all on the cupcakes last week when the grandkids were visiting and he saved it. And I ate it – in bed. That’s a first, even for me, but I was feeling kind of low a few days ago.
It doesn’t qualify as a binge. There just wasn’t enough of it to deserve that title and certainly not enough to affect my weight.
Although I’m a conscientious tracker, I didn’t track that because I forgot about it. In the old days I forgot or ignored a lot of what I ate. Like many people I underestimated my portions, convinced myself that it was OK to eat lots of food as long as it was “healthy” and rationalized overeating because my body “needed it.”
Well, now I have this stain to remind me that no matter how long in maintenance, temptations still exist and I can still succumb.
Poor Lady MacBeth, she didn’t have modern laundry products. Her spot was imaginary anyway and her guilt drove her insane. My spot is real, but I’m fine. I’ll just take my spot and “Shout It Out.”