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The great (food) escape

Food. is. everywhere. And when you work in a social office environment, free food is everywhere.

As a relatively poor twenty-something, I find it incredibly hard to turn down anything that’s free. Pencils, dryer sheets, random furniture. It doesn’t cost a thing? Sure, I’ll take it all. And delicious dessert? Forget about it.

Today a few people at work went out for lunch, and the waiters brought over complimentary freshly baked ice cream sandwiches.

You heard me.

Cinnamon ice cream. Sandwiched in-between two homemade oatmeal cookies.

It took absolutely everything I had in me not to take a bite. Because let’s be real – once I try a little, I’m going to eat the whole thing. I know this from experience.

When I got back to work, there was a giant bake sale. I’m talking pumpkin bread, cupcakes, cookies, brownies, bars, cake…virtually every delicious thing you could think of. Take a moment and salivate over what I was up against:

Well, you get the picture. (These aren’t actual photos from the bake sale, by the way – I just wanted you to get a sense of the spread. Everything really did look this delicious, I swear.) I think I deserve a medal for walking past this.

And then, if that wasn’t enough, around 5:00 we sang happy birthday to my co-worker. In front of a gourmet, bakery-made funfetti cake. It looked beyond beautiful. Then someone offered me a slice, waving it slowly under my nose.

I had to walk away and get some water. As I walked, I began to negotiate with myself. “A little bit of dairy won’t really hurt you.” And, “It’s someone’s birthday. You can eat cake. Everyone else is.” And finally, “You just won’t eat dinner later. You can do that.” (I can’t.)

I got a big cup of ice water and chewed on the ice. And honestly, it helped. Once the moment passed, and people were done eating, I felt like I could breathe again.

Later today, I thought about how I’ll probably never regret not eating cake. It’s not something you look back on and think, “Damn, I should have definitely eaten that.” No. Dessert is just something that leaves you feeling powerless in the moment. But once the moment passes, you’re always going to feel good about your decision.

So all in all, I’m proud of my choices today. At least I got to smell dessert, right?

Side note, I lost 0.6 pounds last week.

I weighed in yesterday, and honestly was surprised I didn’t gain weight. Last week wasn’t great – I ate an average of 2100 calories per day (yikes) and only worked out twice. So I’m taking that 0.6 pounds and running, thank you very much.

This week will be better. It already is. I’m going to weigh in Tuesday before I fly home for Thanksgiving, so it will only be a 6-day week. But I have a feeling it will be a good one. :)

Kate out.

The rule of dairy

I have a love affair with all things milk: ice cream, butter, milk chocolate, cottage cheese, brie cheese, cheddar cheese…well, you see my point. I don’t think I’ve gone a day without eating dairy since 1999. I don’t know how to cook, so I found that if you put cheese on something – anything – it automatically tastes better. So that was my basically my go-to meal for the last 15 years. Cheese + something else.

I was lactose intolerant when I was a baby, but at some point, I started drinking milk again. I thought it was a sensitivity that had just gone away with age. But about a month ago I decided to try to go without dairy again. I hadn’t been feeling my best, and I thought, “why not try it?” And let me tell you…it’s been HARD. All my go-to meals disappeared, and I was starting from scratch. But I have to admit, I have more energy, I feel less sick, and there’s been one another big benefit….

It helps me resist food I don’t need!

Let me demonstrate for you.

This is how things used to go for me:
Someone else: “Hey you, have a cupcake/cookie/sliceofcake/pieceofchocolate!!
Me: No, no thanks.
Someone else: Come on, just one bite!
Me: Ok, one bite.

Cut to me, 20 bites later.

Being dairy free has given me an excuse to avoid all those sweets. Once you tell someone you have an allergy, they don’t ask any more questions. Plus, it forces me not to give in. It’s a rule: I. Can’t. Eat. Dairy. Rule. Knowing that makes it easier to pass by a bake sale or a vending machine full of Snickers bars.

Plus, I may not be able to eat this:

But I can eat this!!

Yup, vegan dessert. Tastes almost (or as) good as regular dessert.
And if I want it, I have to make the conscious decision to go out and buy it, as opposed to just picking at a pile of cookies near me.

So maybe you don’t have an allergy, but making a rule really helps me stick to something. Maybe my next rule will be no coffee….although I don’t see that happening any time soon.

Oh, and PS…I lost 3.1 pounds!

I’m sure it’s mostly water weight (I was particularly bloated at my initial weigh-in), but it’s encouraging none-the-less! So now my official weigh-in day is Wednesday….which is better than Sunday, because the decisions I make Saturday night (think: alcohol) can skew the scale in the morning.

Sigh. Now I’m craving a vegan cupcake.