Dinner cake

I have had to step back and watch myself over the last couple of days in an attempt to see what I am doing wrong that is holding me back from actual weight loss. After some intense deliberation I have come to the conclusion that I don't need a special diet. I don't need a fancy exercise program (not that it isn't a great idea.) What I need is...to be a grown up. Sigh. I knew this was coming.

It's just that I'm pretty sure grown up people who take their health seriously don't do things quite the way we do them here at Doolittle Manor. I find it seriously hard to believe that anyone with fitness on their mind would eat cake for dinner.

The offender

See that? Jacob made that. With his hands. He baked a cake on Thursday and I had it for dinner along with an apple and some almonds. So the carbs would like, balance out. Yes, that was my rationale. Yes, it was delicious. Delicious, delicious shame...

Yesterday we went to the farmer's market. There are tons of actual farmers there you can talk to and hear about their products from and everything is super fresh and organic. We didn't buy any of that stuff though. Oh no. We went to the cupcake truck, the empanada lady (shepherds pie empanada!) and also a bakery for fresh, hand-filled in front of you, cannoli.  I suspect our avoidance of actual farmers defeats the purpose of going to a farmers market but that's how we roll.

I don't want to throw my husband under the bus or anything but...until I met him I had never bothered with Cold Stone ice cream, fast food, or mass quantities of take out. He has an entirely different attitude towards food than I do. I grew up pretty healthy, my mom made dinner every night and there was always a protein, vegetable, and a starch. And milk. Because it does a body good. Or at least that's what we thought back then. Apparently now milk is suspect.

Anyway, I don't know a lot about how Jacob's family ate when he was a kid but I know his childhood was very different than mine. I also know Jacob prides himself on being a kid at heart and I have a very different outlook. The only problem I have with being a kid at heart is cake for dinner. And ice cream. And candy. And cannoli. I can't get mad about the cupcakes. They were so pretty!

So my new diet plan is to eat like a grown up. Food is not a reward. I am not a dog. My inner child will just have to get her needs met elsewhere.