Thursday, January 19, 2012


Last night I made myself a turkey burger before I took the boys to church for Family Faith Night.  I cooked my "burger," measured out a tablespoon....exactly a tablespoon of reduced fat shredded cheddar cheese to add to my Arnold 100% whole wheat sandwich thin. 

Turkey Burger - 4 points
Sandwich Thin - 3 points
Cheese - 1 point
Oil to cook burger in - 1 point
Total: 9 points

All well and good until I get to the meal at church and find myself face to face with a dessert plate piled high with about six or seven delightful treats that were smothered in chocolate, oozing with marshmallow cream, and bulging with chocolate chips.

Things like this:

And this:

I stared at that plate in front of the man across the table from me like a starving child.  People, I could literally feel my mouth filling up with the sweet-induced drool. 

And I didn't cave.  I didn't give in to the overwhelming urge to run up to that food line and pick out one of those heavenly sins for myself.  Heck, I didn't even snitch a bite of the cookies I had taken for the boys. 

For me, that's a victory in and of itself.

Go me.

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