I make chocolate peanut butter brownies that everyone loves. I get requests for them for many family functions, work parties, bridal/baby showers, parties, etc... They are very rich and fantastically yummy. So, about 3 weeks ago, I made said brownies for a Cub Scout campout. Since I was trying very hard to not overeat at the campout I packed my own food and only ate what I brought for myself and didn't eat from the "buffet line" of the pitch-in. I didn't even go up there, I just ate my little pre portioned dinner and grilled my own turkey hot dog after everyone else's were finished. I did however, cut myself one brownie (12 points for those WW out there) to have on Monday after my weigh in and as a planned treat (ok, more than likely in place of a usually well balanced lunch). I put the brownie in a tupperware container and put it in the pantry.
So...today (3 weeks later), I was cleaning out the pantry making a grocery list and guess what I found? My brownie! Now, to some people that's not much of a victory, but, for me to not obsess about it being there is amazing.
Usually I would have considered it a NSV that I made it to Monday
Not to mention that most people would be embarrased to admit that they had a 3 week old brownie in the pantry
I feel like an addict sometimes kicking an addiction to food. This made me feel like I am really making progress. Anyone else have any odd happenings that made you feel like you've got a handle on this?