Sugar Detox: Day 26

Day 26: Temptation is a funny thing.

You want to push it, don’t you?

You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help yourself. I don’t care who are you or how much self control you have, eventually, you will push that little red button..

That’s how I feel about cheesecake.

Yesterday was Jack and my anniversary. He took me to a nice restaurant and we ate a delicious and healthy dinner.

What comes after dinner?

Dessert. Duh.

If you’ve been following my blog you know I’ve been trying to replicate a low-sugar cheesecake all month. My recipes have helped me keep my self-control for 26 days.

Last night, I didn’t want a substitute, I wanted the real thing.

We made a special trip to State Line restaurant to get their super-awesome giant cheesecake. I had every intention of taking only a few bites. We got the nummy treat to-go and headed back home.

Then, Jack made a very silly mistake.

He set the slice of heaven on the coffee table, and left the room to check his email.

“I’ll be right back honey,” he said.

Jack Lutz is a dirty liar.

Five minutes. He’s still on the computer. I’m sitting next to my temptation and I haven’t touched it.

Ten minutes. I figure that I might as well put the strawberries on top. That way when he’s done, we can dive right in.

Twelve minutes. I lick the small ramekin the strawberries came in completely clean. I take two small bites.

“I’m almost done,” he yells.

Liar.

Fifteen minutes. I’ve already taken fifteen small bites, since I figure that equals five normal sized bites.

Jack finally returns from cyber oblivion to find me, fork in hand, with a look that only a mother who finds her child caught sitting on the kitchen counter covered in chocolate with his hand in the candy jar, would understand.

He helps me polish off what’s left. When it’s all said in done, I’ve probably eaten about half of the slice. Twice the amount I originally set out to eat.

It sounds like I’ve failed, but really, this minor failure let me know just how far I’ve come.

A month ago I would have eaten the entire thing and picked a fight with Jack just to cover my tracks.

The fact that I was able to wait more than ten minutes before tearing into my biggest weakness astounds me. Normally, I would have started shoveling giant forkfuls into my mouth at every red light until I got home.

Comparing my ability to control myself from the first day until today has shown me how far I’ve come. I can’t wait to see where I am in another few weeks.

By then, I should be able to be in the same room with a donut for more than three minutes without having a nervous breakdown.