Now I know why I don’t bake. Because I EAT…IT…ALLLLLLL!
Adrian and R went into town on Sunday and left J and I to our own devices. Wouldn’t it be nice to bake some banana chocolate chip muffins, I thought.
I rarely bake and, as a result, often feel quite guilty. I mean, I’m a stay-at-home mom. I homeschool. BUT. I don’t bake. Sadly, that’s not my only Martha Stewart definiciency. When R (my oldest) was a baby I didn’t even make my own baby food. And? He turned orange. Yes – Orange. (I did make the baby food for J and was curious why I thought it’d be such a big deal) And my gardening skills? Meager at best. he he he However, this wasn’t meant to turn into a Debbie bashing session where I list my shortcomings. Because I do have – uh – longcomings. Jeez, that sounded more clever in my head.
Annnayway, my point is that while I have plenty of attributes, baking isn’t one of them. But my kids love to bake so when I’m feeling particularly cheerful I pull out the measuring cups and spoons, put on a happy face, and begin the bonding process. Sometimes it goes wonderfully. Other times not so much. There’s arguing over who is going to add the ingredients and who is going to stir. Taking turns is helping that, obviously, but there are still times when there’s conflict. I have learned I’ve got to step back and no be concerned if the finshed product isn’t perfect.
Maybe it was because I only had one child with me on Sunday but the banana muffins went quite well. So, I decided to take my burst of baking a step further. Oatmeal Chocolate Chip cookies. A nice big batch.
I wasn’t tempted to nibble at first, but as time went on and my feet grew more tired, I snuck a nibble of the delicious cookie dough. Then another. And another. Until the point of no return. I did begin to feel a little ill, but did that stop me? Nooo. I can be quite determined, you know, when I have the right motivation. And when the cookies were baked? Yes, of course, I had to have one or two or….well let’s just say I got a good taste.
So, in the end, I guess my baking skills were passible. Although, 3/4 of the cookies were a tad over-cooked making them a bit crunchier then I would’ve liked.
On Monday we went to a neighbour’s house to play a game called Cash Flow. It was created by the author of the Rich Dad Poor Dad books. It’s a great game that teaches you the value of accumulating real assets that generate a passive income. There’s also a kids’ version that I’d like to get.
So, I brought my cookies along and ate 3 or 4 more! I am so dreading weigh in on Thursday. I’m pretty much back on track now, so maybe I’ll just maintain.
I find it so interesting that some people like myself have such an issue with food while others don’t seem to. That urge to eat, even when I’m not hungry, is so powerful at times. It takes all my self control to resist, and I don’t always succeed. How did this come to be a habit for me? Did I learn it or is it a part of my genetic make-up? Will I always struggle with this problem? I so hope not.
Weight loss to me isn’t only about making better choices for what to eat. A big part of it is getting over the issues of WHY I eat when I’m not hungry.
When I was a girl, a couple of times per week I’d be left alone in the evening while my mom went out to Bingo. I totally remember considering these evenings as an opportunity to eat whatever and how much I wanted. I remember wishing that I wouldn’t get full because it was stopping me from eating more. Isn’t that sick?? I mean, what’s up with that? I wasn’t an overweight kid, though. It wasn’t until puberty that I started to put on a bit of weight. But I guess, it’s those habits of eating when I’m lonely or stressed that have stayed with me all of these years.