) — made 17 varieties of cookies last year and countless pies etc for Thanksgiving. It certainly made life harder for me, though, with all the temptation and I asked myself why I was doing it? (because it was expected, it was tradition, blah blah).This year is going to be different. DS has diabetes and can’t eat the treats. I’m certainly not going to eat them. So I’ve been thinking about how to handle the situation and here’s my plan. I’m going to ask DH and DD what three kinds of Christmas cookies they can’t live without, make just those, and let the two of them hide their stash far away from DS and me. No cookies for friends, neighbors, anyone. For Thanksgiving, I’ll make just two pies and a FF/SF pumpkin dessert for DS.
I think at the root of all this cooking is some belief in me that food = love. I definitely want to break that connection.
Dip — I cracked up over what you wrote about eating the chocolate chip cookie dough. I had a neighbor who did that, chased it down with a huge amount of Pepsi and thought she was going to explode when the carbonation in the Pepsi reacted with the baking soda in the dough.
Meg



) So rather than avoiding temptation, I just deal with it with a lot of self-talk.