MY LOVE AFFAIR

Yep, I said it. Love affair. It's out there. I've been having a love affair on and off for the last twenty-something years. How could it go on so long knowing the evil side of this sin? Well, simply put, my lover's name is BUTTER. It's the secret key ingredient of every to-die-for sauce. If there's a wonderful cookie out there, it's always made with the B-word. I do occasionally cheat on said butter with "I can't believe it's not butter" but I always go back because I KNOW IT'S NOT BUTTER. It brings me joy and then down to utter despair when apprehensively setting foot on the scale. BUTTER and his best friend, CHEESE, always know how to get to me. They know my weaknesses and prey on said weaknesses. So I started a new diet on October 1st. Well, by October 2nd, my lover had me once again. In many forms. In homemade caramel apples, on top of a delicious waffle, spread on a hot roll. I feel like such a butter whore. I'm checking to see if there are any BUTTER ANONYMOUS groups out there because I don't think I'm the only one.

As for my diet, well, obviously with my fling (from above), it set me back, kind of way back. No more caramel apples until Halloween Day. (for tradition's sake). It's never good to start a diet on the start of a long weekend (UEA, or whatever it's called now). Who am I kidding. It's never good to start a diet on any day of the week, but hopefully this week I'll have more good days than a string of bad ones. So, diet grade for this week: D-.