Original Sin


 So, you know the story of Adam and Eve in the garden, right? Well, in my mind, Lucifer was a hot baker kneading yeast rolls over in the corner of the garden near the stone oven.  Eve smelled the yeast as soon as the packet was opened.  She followed her nose, ignored the baker and inquired about the bread.  While the rolls were rising, resting and rising again Lu and Eve chatted about the ins and outs, the rules and regulations of the garden.  When the golden bread of the gods was brought out of the fire, Eve devoured half the pan.  And women were doomed to pain and pap smears ever after… or something like that.

As Oprah says in the Weight Watchers commercial, “I love bread!”  It might be from years of deprivation, shame or sneaking, but I just can’t stop myself from eating fresh bread, old bread, fresh cookies, stale cookies, cookie dough (yeah, I know, raw eggs…).  I would never have admitted that I have a sugar addiction, but I think I might!  

I called myself keeping snacks in the house so that the kids have fun things to eat after school and learn to eat sugar in moderation.   While they are in school, after looking at the serving size, (3) I am taking one, two, three, four fudge striped or vanilla wafer cookies.  I feel like, because I am starting this journey to break up with half myself, I want to have all the things “I will never be able to have again whaaaaaaa.”  I know that sugar and gluten do not agree with my body.  These things contribute to a complex and chronic condition known as ‘morbid obesity.’  Each weekend, I say, “Starting Monday, I will remove sugar and carbs from my diet.”  Nope, it don’t happen.  

When I think about it, I have the best outcome when I plan my meals for the day in the morning.  When I know what to have for each meal and for snacks, I am able to resist the tempting dry cookies in my pantry.  Why do I find comfort in these things?  Can I find comfort in lettuce or turkey?  This is going to be a complete overhaul of my mental approach to food and eating.  Dang it!  Imma need some help.
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  1. CherriJanuary 31, 2022 at 3:18 AM

    I gotcha girl. Call me anytime the pantry is trying to seduce you.

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