“Opportunity knocks only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell” – Unknown
Oy friends. It’s Sunday early afternoon and I just work up a couple of hours ago from a deep sleep. Well, let me clarify that: A deep, alcohol and carb induced sleep. *sigh*
I get comments both on this blog and in real life saying how people don’t know how I resist the carbs all the time. And for the most part, I don’t know how I do it either. What I DO know though, is that I’m human and I make mistakes. And I made mistakes last night.
My dear friend Lizzie had a Christmas Party last night at her beautifully decorated house. She is starting a catering business, and I’ve mentioned before how she cooks me fantastic low-carb meals, even though she’s a vegetarian. Her low carb cheesecake is crazy good, and the low carb casseroles she has come up with over the past couple of years are out of this world.
She had some things at her party that I could eat, knowing that I wouldn’t want to eat the parsley potato latkas or the chocolate covered pretzels. She had meatballs and mushrooms and a wonderful artichoke chipotle dip with celery and carrots. Had I prepared properly, those items would have sustained me throughout the night. But alas, I failed to plan, which resulted in a failure overall.
Typically when I’m going into a situation where I’m faced with carb or alcohol temptation, I’ll arrive at the party having just eaten a fully satisfying meal. This allows for my mind to resist the temptation of running straight to the food and piling stuff up on my plate. Yesterday however, all I had consumed was a pot of coffee with cream and whole grain/flax bread with natural peanut butter. When I arrived at the party at 7, I was so hungry that I made the beeline to the table.
The first couple of hours I was good. I stuck to my low carb beer and ate meatballs, mushrooms and spicy chipotle dip on celery. After that, I ventured into the caviar on crackers. About an hour later, I had downed a chocolate martini, one of the most delicious things ever. It tasted like a Wendy’s Frosty with a kick (Godiva liqueur and chocolate vodka). I then sampled the parsley potato latkas. As guests left and I ran out of my low carb beer, I reached for Corona. And Bud. And then, this happened (warning, safe for work, but still an awful, gruesome picture):
EVIDENCE.
Oh the shame!!! Chocolate covered pretzels with sprinkles. Caught in the act, but I didn’t care. And not only did I eat those shown in the picture, I had SEVERAL more. They’re like crack.
Today, I’m nursing my hangover and cringing at the evidence. I mean really, if I were going to cheat, I should have planned on doing it right with all my favorites like pizza, pasta, pie and ice cream.
Anyway, I post this because while some people think I’m this upbeat, happy, temptation-free person, I know the truth. And I wanted to share with everyone.
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