Bread Cheese Brownie Wine

I am a glutton, and I flounder around the emotions of guilt and rebellion, not sure if I want to hate myself for eating a good portion of the french bread before it hits the table for dinner or love myself because the only reason I care is the fact that some people say white food is bad. It's quite a feeling when you know the bread is fresh, you open the package and just tear off one little end, and then a little more, dragging it along the softened butter on it's way to your mouth. I mean it's REALLY good. We aren't talking about crystal meth here, but I can not help myself. The same goes for my regular afternoon pig outs of cheese followed by the evening flow of wine steadily from my fridge to my glass. Just a little Chardonnay really softens the remains of the day!

It really is ok, despite what any one resource tries to tell us, to just enjoy what you like. Certainly I don't love the idea of constantly working out and worrying if my pants fit or not - but when all the stars align all I really want is to enjoy myself. When I am depriving that quarterly craving to eat a pan of brownies I am not enjoying myself; when I deprive myself of anything I like I am not enjoying myself. Who says we have to be martyrs to the diet guru when we are happy and healthy and taking good care of our family?

Deprivation can be a tricky thing. Some call it will power. After a successful 60 day pasta fast I was proud of myself, although I almost broke down several times. But if I had truly felt at any time I was depriving myself rather than just exercising will power I would have done just what I did at the end of 60 days, and devoured a giant bowl of angel hair!

Hi, my name is SuperWoman and I love Bread, Cheese, Wine and Brownies. So what?

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Un-Balancing Act

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