The biscotti don't own me!
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
I love to cook and bake.
I made some biscotti this weekend, and brought most of them to my office today for a meeting. I tried some of them last night (quality control, of course!) and they are amazing. Obviously I'm quite pleased with myself when it comes to the product!
I'm NOT pleased, though, with the fact that I ate several of them, nor with the fact that they seem to be calling to me from the conference room. "Hey there! I'm so delicious, coffee-flavored with macadamia nuts and dipped in white chocolate, then rolled in toasted coconut!!" (I had to accurately create the picture for you.)
Why am I sitting at my desk, obsessing about these baked treats? It's like I'm fighting a battle in my head and my heart, wanting to eat them but knowing I'll be disappointed in myself later. Normally I lose this battle; today I want to win. The biscotti don't own me. They are lumps of flour and other (yummy) ingredients, not some living thing that can "make me" do something. Inanimate objects should not have power over me.
I'm walking away. I'm going to quit thinking about them. And I'm going to get out of the office for a few minutes.