So. I'm trying to be honest with myself and others about this adventure. Even though it opens me up to harsh comments, it also keeps me from self delusion.
This past week, Bookworm lobbied for a trip to TCBY. GolfPro volunteered me to take her. I'd resisted a trip earlier in the week when he took Kitty, because I didn't want to be tempted by sweets that I love, and I refuse to swap out sugar for artificial sweeteners just to keep the sweet taste in my mouth. This time, I yielded. I took us to Marble Slab Creamery for ice cream instead. If I was going to slip for a sweet dairy treat, I was going to make it worthwhile.
I discovered something wonderful! Three weeks ago, I'd had Marble Slab (a dear friend brought some over just because). I'd finished off a small sized cup in short order, and likely would have eaten a medium had I had one. Sure, it tasted wonderful, but it didn't last long. This time, I ordered a kid sized cup -- smaller than the small by a notable amount. I was able to savor every bite. I truly enjoyed the ice cream. And did not want any more.
I've started a new relationship with ice cream. It's one that is healthier, and less likely to be a caloriefest every time I say hello.
Last night I went to a barbecue party. They had a whole array of yummy desserts on offer, including two favorites -- brownies and eclairs.
I ate fruit.
I stood next to that dessert table, for about an hour chatting with old friends and new acquaintances, and did not once feel the irresistible pull to eat anything on it. Two weeks ago, doing that would have led to me eating at least two brownies and several mini-eclairs. And I wouldn't have really noticed them.