And I said, "Why don't you jump on my plate." The gratification only lasted seconds until the guilt of eating something sweet flooded me.
The problem with graduations, birthdays and weddings is that they all bunch up together and are more frequent than I really can justify that piece of cake or whatever other carb lovely is presented before me. My point is that special occasions seem to happen a lot in my life.
I feel like I have GUILTY stamped on my forehand walking through a room full of people with a piece of cake. I'm heavier and I am diabetic. I always wonder what people think of me. The main thing is that I turn on myself when I slip off the carb wagon. I'm downright mean to myself.
That needs to stop.
I need to be kinder to myself. I need to let that occasional piece of cake go. I need to LIVE instead of focussing on every diabetic minute.
Some days I wish I could just give up food cold turkey. Don't worry, I know I can't.
Thanks for reading my little ramble. I needed to get that piece of graduation cake out of my brain.