Oh, HELP ! I live with a cookie addict. It sounds funny, but it is seriously not funny. He keeps cookies in my line of site to tempt me. (I think.) He stashes chocolate chips in places where I stumble across them. It's like an army of SABOTAGES MOVED INTO THE HOUSE. They are testing me. Do I have the STRENGTH to be STRONGER?
A package of CALORIES Innocently disguised as Chocolate Oreos appeared on the kitchen counter again. Something like OREOS can be a girl's downfall increasing the size of her love handles, bubble butt, and thunder thighs. WHYyyyyy Torture me ? It's not fair. (He is a man with lots of muscles who can loose weight in a blink of an eye. He has the ability to workout for hours on end, I do not.) After all I don't bring things into the house to drive his addictions crazy. It's so not fair. It's not nice to find sweets tucked here and there, all over the counter popping out at you when you don't want them. It's like their waving a sign eat me, eat me. They chip away at ones resistance. It's so wrong.
I refuse to be a tempted by things he knows normally tempt me. I won't give in. I won't give my control away to sugar, or. . . I REFUSE. Whew, that feels good.
I found hiding them in the kitchen cabinets does not work ! They seem to MYSTERIOUSLY grow arms and legs which allows them to MAGICALLY reappear on the counter again. SIGH. (*(&)()&)^&*^&%^& ! It only takes a few minutes from the time I hide them. OREOS are fast, sneaky buggers. Oh, help.
Maybe if I BANISH THEM to the Freezer in the garage, maybe they won't figure out the doorknob and REAPPEAR on the KITCHEN Counter. How does one out think Oreo Cookies? Maybe the cookies are trying to teach me not to CRUMBLE UNDER PRESSURE. Even then there is an battalion of SODAS keeping there cool out there. So much sugar. Yet, I can CHOOSE to ignore them.
Lately I am getting better at WALKING AWAY from those cookies.
I won't be SideTracked by those who try to tempt me. I will stay strong.
Maybe it's a passive aggressive message from someone messing with my head. Who knows. I can't really set rules down as it's not my house as you made it clear. The only control I have is over me.
With my fingers in my ears and a blindfold over my eyes, I DON'T SEE THE COOKIES ANYMORE. I am not Quitting.
The CHALLENGE IS ON. Yes, I will win ! JUST watch me honey. I can't wait to see the expression on your face when I am fit and healthy.
I am GOING TO achieve my goal weight I WILL. I refuse to give in. It's not on my diet plan. I will say no. I will ignore them. I am stronger than empty calories, shortening whipped with sugar and seasoned with vanilla filling, and white flour.
I love and care for myself.
Someone here suggested to think of them as kitty droppings. So I searched for a photo and came up with this Halloween cake. The droppings are tootsie rolls. . . Now that looks nasty. It might just work.
I came to the conclusion in blogging that once again, I CAN NOT change his behavior. IT IS I WHO Must be stronger. I must be much stronger, greatly growing as a person in order to be successful against the parade of temptations that keep coming into the home.