And in particular, MY health. That last post should have been the warning shot, but did I listen, oh no, I just munched away, happily ingesting fat. Then, since it was Easter, and I had strawberries, and I love cake, I made these amazing cupcakes with strawberry frosting. The cupcake recipe made 12 cupcakes; the frosting recipe enough for, oh, 36 cupcakes, so I put the leftover delicious fat and sugar in a bowl, and would eat a spoonful every now and then. It was just so good. And the whole time, I could hear that voice saying, this is so bad for you.
Then (again I’m going to blame Easter) I fixed a lovely rib roast and scalloped potatoes. Nowhere does the Bible say the resurrection was celebrated with fat and sugar. But there I was, knee-deep in all of this good tasting food that was not good for me. I just kept sticking it in my mouth. Until…
Until…the pain started. During the night. I was miserable. One night, two nights, three nights. I knew what was causing the problem and the only way to stop it was to stop eating like I have been for the past week. I couldn’t even get out of bed this morning until 8 a.m. Terrible behavior leading to worse behavior.
Today it has come to a screeching halt. Back to my plant-based diet. Even that bowl of strawberry frosting will not lure me in to its sweet delicious creaminess as I remember the misery from which I have come. All that fat and sugar is just not worth feeling so bad.