I'm comfort eating lately. Which beats the alternative of not eating, another response my body has to upset or anxiety. Though the meds or anxiety seem to be eating fat cells, I'm about 2 lbs under pre-pregnancy weight right now.
Carbs. I want carbs in large insulin spiking proportions that would horrify any doctor. You name it cake, cookies, muffins, or donuts. (Note: the baking experiment three days ago...the cake is already GONE.)
Is it bad to sneak bites of chocolaty goodness hoping the preschooler doesn't catch you? Catching me would mean sharing...boo!
It doesn't really help either that I find cooking and baking a zen experience for my soul. All those smells and textures just hit the happy sensor in my brain.
Then there was last night.
I looked at Rich and said, 'I am craving BAD food, like cake! This is so frustrating.'
Rich, 'Well, go make a cake.'
Me, ' OHhhhhh. I have cherry cobbler yogurt!''
I go downstairs, open the fridge and stare at my choices....Black Forest Cake or Cherry Cobbler? Cherry Cobbler it is! And wow that's only 100 calories. This is ironic solving my cake craving with cake flavored yogurt. Ehhh, it works.
Did I just do a commercial in my head. Son of a gun, the Yoplait marketing people know what they're doing.
And maybe tomorrow I'll make a real cake.
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