Day Sixteen
I knew today would be challenging, but I was braced for it. I had three desserts to sidestep.
I was one pound up, which was no surprise. Fluctuation happens.
I fasted for most of the day, and kept fasting when the rest of my family had strawberry croissants. I had a moment of "Maybe they're okay," but checked the label. Sure enough, strawberry jam was in them with sugar as the first ingredient. No problem. I felt strong.
We went to dinner at my brother's house, but I had to make dinner for the kids before we left. I had purchased a Costco cheesecake and some no-sugar-added cherry pie filling to go on top. I had thought I could at least have some of that, but I had been forgetting about dinner at my brother's. So, I instructed my one non-sick child on how to serve that, and left it behind.
Dinner at my brother's was good. I had made our mother's rolls, and I had three, which probably surpassed what I should have had. (They were small.) I made the excuse that I had been fasting, but that is still not right. Might qualify for overeating. However, I did use whole wheat flour (something my mother had never done) for one-third of the flour.
When my brother served the dessert, that was the hardest part. He had made a massive, amazing chocolate mousse cake decorated with tiny spritzes of whipped cream adorned with raspberries. I asked him to please not serve me any, though it looked amazing. He gave me a tiny bit of grief about that, but complied. I could have had a raspberry, but my husband's fell on the floor, so I declined when he picked it up and offered it to me. I explained over dessert to those close to me, including the cake chef brother, that I was off sugar for one hundred days, and that this was day sixteen. "How's that going?" he asked. I was glad I could say I had lost nine pounds.
My husband was so proud of me for avoiding that incredible dessert that he made me some sugar-free butterscotch pudding when we got home. But I was full and it was late, so I am saving that for tomorrow. The cheesecake and cherries had been left out. I asked a child to take the cheesecake to the downstairs refrigerator, and boxed up the cherries. Maybe I'll have some of those tomorrow.
I was one pound up, which was no surprise. Fluctuation happens.
I fasted for most of the day, and kept fasting when the rest of my family had strawberry croissants. I had a moment of "Maybe they're okay," but checked the label. Sure enough, strawberry jam was in them with sugar as the first ingredient. No problem. I felt strong.
We went to dinner at my brother's house, but I had to make dinner for the kids before we left. I had purchased a Costco cheesecake and some no-sugar-added cherry pie filling to go on top. I had thought I could at least have some of that, but I had been forgetting about dinner at my brother's. So, I instructed my one non-sick child on how to serve that, and left it behind.
Dinner at my brother's was good. I had made our mother's rolls, and I had three, which probably surpassed what I should have had. (They were small.) I made the excuse that I had been fasting, but that is still not right. Might qualify for overeating. However, I did use whole wheat flour (something my mother had never done) for one-third of the flour.
When my brother served the dessert, that was the hardest part. He had made a massive, amazing chocolate mousse cake decorated with tiny spritzes of whipped cream adorned with raspberries. I asked him to please not serve me any, though it looked amazing. He gave me a tiny bit of grief about that, but complied. I could have had a raspberry, but my husband's fell on the floor, so I declined when he picked it up and offered it to me. I explained over dessert to those close to me, including the cake chef brother, that I was off sugar for one hundred days, and that this was day sixteen. "How's that going?" he asked. I was glad I could say I had lost nine pounds.
My husband was so proud of me for avoiding that incredible dessert that he made me some sugar-free butterscotch pudding when we got home. But I was full and it was late, so I am saving that for tomorrow. The cheesecake and cherries had been left out. I asked a child to take the cheesecake to the downstairs refrigerator, and boxed up the cherries. Maybe I'll have some of those tomorrow.
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