My husband is not trying to sabotage me. He thought it would make me feel better, and he doesn't see any harm in occasional cheating. I, on the other hand, know that if I cheat, I will keep right on cheating.
I thanked him, and he left for work (again). I stared at the souffle. I knew it would taste very good. I tried to convince my toddler to eat it, but she was happy with her yogurt. Smart girl. I ate my breakfast of cottage cheese and blackberries and felt fine, nice and sated and healthy. I stared at the souffle. I considered saving it for later. I considered eating the egg out of the middle and tossing the rest. I considered burying the darn thing in the backyard. My husband would never need to know.
And then I ate it.
It, of course, made me uncomfortably full, and now I am faced with the possibility of cravings. Even worse, I am afraid that those evil thoughts of, 'well, you already did it once....' will come creeping.




