|The broken one is mine, because I would hate for anyone to have to eat a broken cookie.|
I miss being able to eat a dozen cookies without gaining weight.
When Cliff first had his heart surgery, and for at least two years afterward, I was very careful to cook the healthful kinds of meals that would, I hoped, grant him a longer life. Somewhere along the line I let some wrong foods creep back in. I don't know if I did wrong or right, but at least we get to eat the foods we love best sometimes. We both gained weight once I relaxed the controls, which is not good. On the plus side, I stopped getting mad every time I cooked a low-calorie meal at home, only to see Cliff eating all the cookies and cake and pie that anybody at work or elsewhere offered him.
I still have some control over things. I have a rule to never fix more than one unhealthy meal a day. This morning I was really craving pancakes and those little link sausages that we don't usually have in the house (they were on sale for $1). But knowing we were going to have a tenderloin sandwich for dinner, I shoved the sinful thoughts out of my mind and sliced a banana over our pathetic little bowl of Cheerios. We'll have the pancakes and sausage on a day when we're having lentil stew or stir-fry or some other good-for-us thing for lunch.
Better a little control than none at all, right?