21 Mar, 2012
My Patronus charm worked like a charm.
Posted by: turbomammoth In: Non Scale Victory
This morning, I’m celebrating an anniversary : this blog is officially the blog I updated the most in my entire life (and yes, this is only my fourth post). That gives you an idea on how I was lazy about my others blog. I’m throwing all my hopes in the accountability basket, here.
Last night, I got really proud of myself. Like MAJOR ”oh my god I’m so going to annoy my running buddy with that story today by telling her 4 times” proud.
I’ve never been a person with craving for sugary stuff. I’d like a cookie one in a while, but I’ve always been the ”salty” kind of person. Except for a few kind of dessert that I’d eat over and over and over.
And in this category, we find a classic of the French Canadian Cuisine : the Pudding Chômeur (weird translation : ”Poor Man Pudding”). It’s a syrupy pudding with some kind of cake topping, the syrop being made with sugar, butter, and maple syrup.
It’s one of my boyfriend and I favorite. I LOVE baking, and my boyfriend had plan a really nice dinner for the grand opening of our BBQ, last sunday. I wanted grateful I was for cooking such a good dinner for me, so I let him picked the dessert I would bake.
This was his choice.
I ate a piece sunday night (671 calories. Even after I tried to make it skinny by using skim milk), going over in my calories that day. But I was fine with that. I beleive that if you can’t splurge a bit once in a while, there’s not way you’ll be able to be on a super strict diet all your life.
I also ate a piece monday night : I had been super careful with my calorie budget and ate a salad for lunch so I can have dessert in the evening.
So last night, there was still 4 pieces of dessert to go (why did I bake it so BIG!?). After our dinner and our post-dinner walk, OF COURSE my boyfriend wanted a piece of this marvelous thing. However, I only have about 200 calories left and knew I could’t stop after only one bit.
Because my love if maple syrop is limitless.
Seriously, I could DRINK this thing. Literaly. And I wouldn’t even care how disgusting it is. I’m sure all the Gods of the world drink that all the time in their God-ish cup.
So, saying no to that was going to be hard. Really hard.
But I looked at my boyfriend licking the spatula full of syrup he used to take a part of the cake, took a knive, cut myself half of a mini-bun of my carrot/nuts/white chocolat bread (about 215 calories) and walked away.
Seriously, if there was not some kind of unaware Patronus charm going on here, I don’t know what happened.
I only hope the Patronus will keep coming in until the boyfriend has eaten all the pieces of dessert left and the temptation has go away ;)