Last night I thought I needed cookies. Not really sure why, I wasn't hungry, I haven't had sugar in over a month, it would have put me way over my calories for the day...just really wanted cookies. So I made some. A small batch of peanut butter cookies, only one cookie sheet of them (still would have been way too many). I put them into bake, then started doing other stuff and by the time I remembered they were still baking, I had burnt them all! So the whole tray of cookies went in the trash. I cleaned everything up, put the stuff away and called it a night.
Yay for ineptitude! I swear there must be some greater force out there helping us stay on track when we want to cave, because these things usually happen when we should be saying 'no'.
It was actually a relief. I was already feeling guilty about making them. I knew I should, I didn't need them, but I still made them. I would have probably eaten all of them too. Fortunately, the craving is gone, back to my normal program today.
That's too funny! I can totally relate. Sometimes I think those cravings are just about keeping busy and a little bit about smells. Enjoying the smell of the cookies baking and the routine of something familiar might have been enough. I am "thankful" that I never was much of a baker anyway! LOL!
At work a few weeks ago, we were celebrating a co-workers birthday. I have a super sweet boss who buys everyone's favorite for their day...the HR girl wanted a triple layer chocolate cake...the gourmet kind that stands about 10 inches tall. It was dark chocolate cake with even darker chocolate frosting covered in dark chocolate shavings.
I passed it up the first go round during our weekly meeting but then it sat, calling my name in the break/copy room. Every time I walked past it to make copies it quietly called to me. "Mmmmiiichhelllllllllle..."
Finally around 3pm when my afternoon slump hits, the string cheese and triscuits that I brought didn't look so good. I felt like I was sneaking around cheating on my boyfriend...I slunk into the break room and cut off a wee sliver of the gorgeous cake. I tend to be a super jumpy person for some unknown reason, my co-worker came in and loudly asked how my day was going...I jumped and the cake flew out of my hands onto the table, slippery frosting side down. I laughed at my jumpiness and my feeling of needing to sneak to have the treat. I told my co-worker that I had almost slipped but she saved me!
I then went to the fridge and got out my string cheese and triscuits. This is the 2nd time that I was "caught" at work in the breakroom with some forbidden treat...that I either dropped the food on the floor or like this time threw it back on the table.
I look at times like those as God being funny and in his joking way, telling me that I really didn't need the junk anyway!!
Saved by my own ineptitude!
Yay for ineptitude! I swear there must be some greater force out there helping us stay on track when we want to cave, because these things usually happen when we should be saying 'no'. 
