My Drug of Choice

It has been going well, staying on Plan and continuing to lose. I had a small plateau following my 10 pound mark, but on track now. It is now when I have had my greatest temptation. To fully understand the depth of my temptation, let me explain a little.........

A good portion of what contributed to my weight gain involved Birthday Cake. It started innocently enough, with a birthday. And it was good. The birthday, the cake, the celebration.

It made me feel like this

Then, I had a awesome idea. Why do I have to wait for a birthday to order a birthday cake? So, I went back to Food Lion and ordered another one the following week. Of course, to not look suspicious, I ordered it to say Happy Birthday Edward (I think I was reading Twilight at the time). I was hooked. Every week, I returned to get a new cake, celebrating all my friends, family, pets, and literary characters.

My favorite part of the cake was the frosting. I would scrap off the bottom ring of icing from the cake, and eat it straight, before ever cutting the cake. There was never any frosting left when the cake was gone. I finally had to switch stores (to throw them off my track), when they noted how many birthday parties I plan.

Hello, my name is Nyght and I am addicted to frosting.

So now you know my history, let me introduce you to my present. I work in a cube in the middle of middle floor, in the middle of the building. Usually very quiet, nicely situated between the bathroom and the break room. There is 1 conference room across the hallway. Today, someone had booked the conference room for a baby shower. Yeah, you know it...Those bitches brought cake.

I went into the break room after the party was cleared out, and on top of the trash can was the box. It was big and I sensed frosting. I walked past the box to get to the water dispenser. Filled up my cup. And walked past it again. Heading back to my cube. I made it about halfway there before turning around. I had caught the scent. I went back to the break room and casually looked into the box. Big mistake. All the cake was gone, But there, like a frosting crop circle, was a perfect line of frosting. I stood there for at least 2 minutes just staring at it. then I turned and walked back to my desk.

So I sat there just thinking about the frosting. 

Just one bite of frosting won't kill you..................................It will throw me off plan.
I am a grown woman...................................................I am old enough to know better.
It won't make a big difference in the long run.......I won't be able to stop with one bite.
You are gonna fail anyway..............................................................No, not this time.


I had a tenuous hold on my willpower so I called in back-up. My husband. I quickly explained that I was 2 seconds away from eating frosting out of the trash. He reminded me that I had never eaten off plan, had lost weight and inches. Reminded me how much better I was feeling. By back and knees didn't hurt like it did before I had lost weight. And that he loved me. That did it. I made myself a protein drink put on my headphones and rocked out.

 

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