Thursday, June 26, 2008
Creme Brulee:1, Self-Control:0
I like food, and I'm not afraid to say it. I enjoy preparing it & I enjoy eating it even more (especially if I don't have to do the dishes afterward). In my tiny family, I am notorious for my food cravings. During pregnancy it was gyros, grapefruit, grapefruit juice, milk, burritos, and lots of ice cream. I've been doing well on the 'diet' which I started along with my exercise/ get healthy program this week. It's nothing specific, just keeping a food diary (a first for me, and something I'm not terribly comfortable with), and eating less pasta & bread and more fruits and veggies. Well, after I made the angel food cake to go with my Strawberry Shortcake for Tuesday's party, I had 9 egg yolks left. I hate to waste good food, but couldn't think of much to do with them. Enter epicurious, and their genius search feature. You can enter an ingredient, and up pops a plethora of options. In my search for 'egg yolks', I stumble across Creme Brulee. I love creme brulee, and the recipe looked fairly easy, so I thought "why not"? Well...... I've had two servings today. They were not at the same time, and one was topped with raspberries (another fruit serving!). It was sooooooo good, but I am wrestling with my guilt about this, as I was beginning to feel a little pride in building consistency with better eating habits. I can rationalize with the best of them, but can't seem to do so in this case. I definitely didn't need the second serving, and I probably could have powered through it. But I know myself. I would have obsessed over it. And obsessed. And obsessed. I might have even ended up digging through the fridge in the middle of the night. I'm hopeful I can move on from this (the craving, the guilt), and view tomorrow as another opportunity to make healthy choices. Not every day can be perfect, and the great thing is that tomorrow always offers the chance to improve upon yesterday. Good news: I am feeling more energetic, and am enjoying the BBC class. Bad news: I am SORE (I didn't think I was so out of shape, but I was wrong. So very, very wrong).