I am not a "sweets" person. Cookies and chocolate and desserts are not typically my downfall. Chips and salts snacks... yeah, that's where my weaknesses lie. So this past week has been a bit odd for me with all the cookie cravings.
I baked cookies for Christmas with no fear whatsoever that they would become a trigger food while they were in the house. I made Cream Sandwich Cookies and Italian Wedding Cookies.
We have our final family Christmas celebration on Thursday (New Year's Day) and the plan was to take the cookies with me and share them with family. With 28 hungry people, there would be no problem getting rid of every last cookie. No big deal... I figured I could bake the cookies and keep them stored until then. I have other sweets in the house that have been there for months and I have had no tempation to eat 'em.
But I've been eating them. Too many of them. And they kept calling to me from the kitchen ... enticing me to eat them. Begging me to nibble their sweet deliciousness.
Last night I crawled into bed around 11:00 p.m. and read for a while. Around midnight the cookies started calling to me. This time I was pissed! How dare they taunt me! I got angry.
So I got out of bed at midnight, went to the kitchen and dumped both containers of cookies straight into the trash.
Their sweet smell filled the kitchen and I was suddenly sad to see them go. There they sat, right on top of a cardboard box in the trashcan, smelling all yummy still. I opened the fridge to find something that needed to be cleared out ... nothing, I'd just cleaned the fridge the other day so all the food was fresh. So I sacraficed a bowl of chili and dumped it on top of the cookies to cover up the sweet smell of powdered sugar. There! Take that you nasty cookies!
This morning I peeked in the trash and mentally patted myself on the back. It feels good to be back in control.