In my efforts to regain control and kick the habit, I have designated Halle as my personal sweets police.
When I appointed her a few weeks ago, she was a little more than hesitant about taking on the job. See, I've tried to do this before. I've appointed her as my sweet police before. I'll tell her to take the muffin/cake/cookie/whatever away from me and go hide it before I can get it. (My hand has a mind of its own and it will grab it without me knowing.) But, the problem is she's my daughter and is very obedient. She WOULD hide it, but then I'd bribe her. Or I'd sweet talk her into it letting me have it back. She was a push-over and I would eventually get my
I told her this time she had to be strong. She had to be forceful and not be a pushover. She had to be firm and not give into any of my tactics.
Whoa, this girl has done her job! Over the last few weeks she has brought it. She'll snatch the sweet away from me or knock it out of my hand. She's like a ninja. From the time I can reach down and pick something up until I get it into my mouth, she's there to take it away. Like, if I would have had just a hundredth second more, it could have passed my lips, and I would have had a sweet victory. A few times I've managed to get it into my mouth without her knowing. As soon as she sees it, though, she's forces me to spit it out.
Last night we literally had a fight over the Nutella (Nutella in our family is worth a whole 'nother blog post.) I was armed with my spoon and headed to the pantry. I opened the pantry door and grabbed the jar of heaven. I got my spoon and scooped a heaping mound of Nutella on it. She was there in a flash to stop me. She yanked the jar out of my hand after an initial struggle. She got the spoon out of my clutch, too, and after more struggling she got Nutella all on her shirt. That's okay, I thought, because I'd managed to keep the lid in my possession. There was a smidgen of Nutella on the lid, enough for me to get my fix. But Halle was too fast. We were physically wrestling over the lid. She was finally able to pry it away from my grip (she's freaking strong!). Brian was in the bedroom wondering what all the commotion was about.
By this time we were laughing at the madness. I gave up and after all the fighting my cravings were suppressed. Halle later said she actually saw a monster come out. Ha! So, all I can say now is thanks, Halle! You saved me from myself.
But, there's always next time...... :)