I refuse to use the "D" word. I swore that I would never, never, never again go on one of the "D" words. Instead, Brian and I have adopted a new Lifestyle Change. Hmmmmph.
I tell myself to avoid the scale. I tell myself that no good can come of it. I tell myself, instead, 'Oh, look how loosely my jeans are beginning to fit!' 'See how much better I feel?' 'I don't feel deprived at all!'
This morning a sweet friend dropped by to return some sheet music she had borrowed. As a gesture of thanks, the music was accompanied by a lovely plate of valentine cookies, the real deal, homemade with pink icing and assorted candy garnishments.
They have been sitting on top of the piano all day. I have walked past them a time or two. I sat down to play a song and pretended not to notice they were there.
Sometimes I wonder why each person seems to have their own personal temptations, or weaknesses. I have no desire to smoke a cigarette. I don't even know what beer tastes like. But, put a plate of homemade cookies in front of me and I become weak in the knees. My mouth waters. All voices of reason and good sense go out the window.
To my credit, the plate remains untouched. I haven't broken off a corner, pried off a red hot, nor tasted a speck of frosting.