As I walk through my house I am on a high knowing that all day I have stuck to my diet. Feeling proud of myself I make my way to the kitchen for a scheduled afternoon snack of veggies and cottage cheese. Certain nothing can break my stride I open the refrigerator door to find nothing. No veggies. No cottage cheese. Nothing. Quizzically I look at the calendar on my fridge and realize its Friday. Friday is day I go to the grocery store. I’m too hungry to go the grocery store now. Mercy, I’ve eaten nothing but rabbit food all day I can’t make one more step before I get some nourishment. Defeated, I turn to my left and see what no hungry dieter should ever witness. My child munching on Oreos!
My mind races with calorie calculations trying to figure out just how many Oreos I can have and still remain on my diet. I am dizzy with hunger which is making it difficult to perform even the simplest mathematical equation. Right now ten cookies are sounding good with a very tall glass of ice cold milk. Feeling weak in body and spirit I know I will give in if I do not retreat soon. Gathering the last ounce of strength and reason I have left I look again in the fridge and cupboards for a low fat option. To my horror the only things left are ramen noodles, cookies, and a host of food that could only appeal to those under the age of 12. I begin to cave…my knees shake…my mouth waters as I reach my hand out ever so slightly to snatch an Oreo.
Just as my hand reaches the bag that little cookie monster of mine steps back an inch. With innocent eyes he reminds me that I wanted to be held accountable. (Now why is it that I can tell him to clean his room and he forgets but tell him to keep the Oreos away and he remembers?) Hunger rages within me. The transformation is obvious as I see the flash of fear in my child’s eyes. No doubt fearful for his life, he reluctantly hands over the bag of Oreos.
My mind settles as I hold the bag of Oreos. My hunger is about to be satisfied with chocolate and creamy white center goodness. Then I realize what my son’s look of fear and reluctance to hand over the bag of Oreos was really about. He had eaten them all.
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