I've thought about giving up at least a dozen times today. And it's only 4:15. My husband made zucchini bread and I know how good it is, so the aroma was almost unbearable. Then he sliced it and shared it with my sister and her family. I rationalized that maybe the zucchini and whole grain flour somehow negated the sugar and therefore it was ok to eat some. I thought about giving up because it's not really a realistic thing to undertake. It's just too hard. At the grocery store with my sister, I saw a lot of new processed foods I have never seen before, all of which are marketed as being "healthy," "all natural," and/or "organic." They were all, without exception, loaded with sugar.
Then I thought about how badly I would feel if I gave up so soon and didn't even give it a real chance. I thought about how quickly it always escalates from a bite of zucchini bread to a couple of chocolates to scavenging for even stale old nasty graham crackers. It's a slippery slope that always starts from a well-intentioned place. But it never ends well. And so I wrapped up the zucchini bread and put it out of sight and out of mind.
No comments:
Post a Comment