Stop the presses. This just in: Daniel has his biggest lapse yet on Easter Sunday. You might have read about my salad splurge in the weeks before we were allowed vegetables. You probably remember my cheese dip meltdown, which consisted of a single teaspoon of the banned substance. The third time is a charm. 500 calories, wasted.
When I was shopping for supplies to make the chocolate bunny, I decided it would be nice to decorate it with some icing… you know, just a dab. My grocery store didn’t sell any sugar-free icing, so I picked up this tube of the real deal. It was innocent enough. Just a dot won’t hurt, right? It wasn’t like I was buying a whole tub of icing.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon. Having prepared the bunny batter and filled the mold, I decided I could survive a small taste of the icing. After all, I did climb a mountain the day before. We’re taught not to reward ourselves with food, so this wasn’t a reward… it was a… sample.
I’ve never been one to believe in “food addiction.” I watched every episode of Ruby they had on Netflix, and while I appreciated her story, I didn’t buy the food addiction line for a minute. I traded in Doritos for Meal Replacement Chips with minimal headache. I gave up Little Debbie cakes for my own special creations. Ding Dongs have nothing on my meal replacement muffins. It’s just about making better choices, right?
Let’s just say that the icing was gone before the bunny had set in its mold. It was like a scene from a horror movie. I was behaving like an addict. My mistake was bringing the stuff into my home and expecting to be able to use it appropriately. Maybe Ruby was right. Am I a food addict? My behavior on Sunday certainly said I was.
Here’s the deal. I didn’t throw in the towel, head down to the Golden Corral, and pull up a chair to their chocolate fountain, declaring my “diet” a failure. I had a lapse — a temporary deviation from my plan. I woke up the next day, packed my meal replacements, and headed to work like I always do. I was back on track with only a 500 calorie dent in my armor. I took away from the event the knowledge that I cannot be trusted with a tube of icing, so I’ll make sure not to bring it home again.
For my penance, I did the Big Dam Bridge yesterday and the Tucker Creek Trail today. Scandal resolved. Let’s move forward.