This weekend was conference. My best friends family invited me over to their house to watch it. I showed up in my comfy cozies with all my school stuff (so I could be ready for my performance assessment tomorrow). Upon entering I was immediately confronted with almost palatable aroma of pancakes. Oh how I miss pancakes with butter and peanut butter and syrup. I had this vision of fluffy round discs of goodness piled high on a plate with melting peanut butter and syrup threatening to drip over the edge of the plate. Instead I ate egg and sausage casserole, yummy but not as good as the pancakes would have been. I am over it now but gosh is it hard to stare food in the face and say no. I feel it sort of reminds me of satan. You tell him no but he just keeps coming back. He figures if he can get you in a weak moment just one time and it is all down hill. Same thing with food if I give in just one time it is all over. Not to say that I can't pick myself up and keep going, but it just makes it that much harder going forward. There would be a chink in my armor, a point of weakness that I would have to be continually cautious of. So there I sat no pancakes...and one step closer to my goal.
Love Angela
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