I accidentally broke my no-candy pledge.
My daughter offered a taste of a KitKat bar that’s sold only in Japan, Sakura
Maccha Latte, which I believe is some variation of green tea, that she bought
at a Japanese market near Los Angeles. It looks like a KitKat, but it’s green
where it should be brown. She offered, I ate. It wasn’t until much later that
she remarked that I’d broken my candy pledge. I think I said a curse word, but
that was it. The candy consumption did not start a binge or a depression
spiral. Just had a piece of candy. And I haven’t had any since.
I wish the rest of my life were so simple. I think the next pledge I’ll
have to take will ban cookies. I just can’t leave them alone. My daughter doesn’t
really eat them, or she eats ones I don’t like. Yes, there are actually cookies
I don’t like. But sometimes I’ll eat even them.
The key to all this would be to eat more protein, such as a morning
shake. But it’s been so cool in the morning, it’s hard to drink something cold.
And I don’t want to get up earlier. Right now it takes about 20 minutes from
getting out of bed to getting out the door, including feeding the rodents (the
cats wake me up at 5:30 for food and I stupidly feed them then) and making
coffee.
But in the end, when push comes to shove, insert your favorite cliché here,
I’m the only one who can do something about me. I’m quite easy when it comes to
situations having control over me. Sure, many things are beyond my control, but
what goes into my mouth is all mine.
See you next time.
