That Graduation Cake Was Staring Me In The Face ...

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.

This love/hate relationship with food has been a constant for me.  I was probably born that way.  I have a really hard time resisting food tempations.  Special events that involve food are especially hard for me.  I tell myself, "Say no to the cake.  Say no to the cake. Say no to the cake."  Then when it's offered to me, I say, "Yes, please."  I justify it my telling myself this isn't an every day occurance.

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.

Sherry