Saturday, June 01, 2013
... but if I have a really good book, there is nothing more exciting than reading through an entire night... which I did last night... I went to bed at 5am... I regretted it later in the day when I had to get up again... somehow small children don't seem to understand why mum had to read until 5am and would like to stay in bed until noon... ou well... I was a tat cranky, but only a little I think...
AND I lost 1.1kg... absolutely thrilled about that... 71.1kg... almost jumped the 71s entirely, but not quite, somehow the 70kg mark seems so much closer.
I was busy making offspring's birthday cake today... and I have to confess, I did feel a little deprived. It's a little cake, not many people will be there tomorrow to actually eat it. It looks a bit like a kid's version of the "death star" and it's hollowed out and filled with marshmallow cream. So I made all of that today and didn't lick a spoon, or bowl or taste anything... once I accidentally licked a tiny bit off my finger before washing my hands, but apart from that... nothing. It feels weird to bake a cake knowing I won't eat it.... parts of me wanted to rebel and a voice whispered "common, just one lick... just for testing" but I knew it wouldn't stay with one lick... so not at all is so much easier than practicing moderation. And somehow it also felt liberating, usually when baking a cake I'm always aware of calories and think of how I could modify it... but as I won't be eating it, I didn't bother with it at all
I am grateful that I do have some self-control though, even if I still have to work on it to improve, yet there is a little stubborn steak in me as well, and now and then it really is helpful... like when baking a cake, filling it with marshmallow fluff, iceing it with even more marshmallow fluff and topping it with M&M.