For Easter, I made my much-requested pineapple upside down cake. It's amazing, really (amazingly unhealthy, too). Anyway, everyone ate a piece for dessert and when I packed everything up to leave, I noticed there were four pieces of cake left. The old me would have been delighted and would have eaten a piece when I got home, a piece for breakfast, lunch and probably even dinner. Instead, I chose to leave it all there.
I've been trying to hard to change the way I view and consume food and it felt so good to be in control of myself.
Baby steps, right?


