The wedding celebration my family and I participated in was a huge success. The bride and groom were so pleased with the decorations, the way the tables were situated, and the abundance of fruits, vegetables, sandwiches, and desserts we and members of our church came up with.
The desserts were my downfall.
Since I’d volunteered to be the wedding photographer, I thought I wouldn’t be tempted by the petit fours, the cookies, the cream puffs, and the bride’s and groom’s cakes. “Oh,” I said to myself, “I’ll be too distracted to notice.”
I first indulged in a petit four, a pretty pink one my friend had made, with a mouth-watering purple flower on top. It was incredible. I vowed it would be my only “cheat.”
Well, a little while later, I meandered in the kitchen to see some chips of frosting (from the petit fours) just sitting there in a container. I picked on the frosting. More than once.
I went back into the reception hall. The wedding cake was being cut. I swiped some icing off the empty platter. It was So. Good.
Later, I “forced” my sister to take a slice of wedding cake so that I could taste the cake and icing together. Then, before the groom’s cake (chocolate on chocolate) was whisked away, I scooped up a finger-full.
Realizing that I was about to run amok, I made myself leave the kitchen during clean-up. But that didn’t stop me from getting another taste of that groom’s cake at our church lunch the next day.
My point is that even though you may think a little “cheat” here and there isn’t going to bother you, it can mess you up in the long run. I know from experience that letting myself indulge in illegal foods gives me a false sense of security. “One bite won’t hurt” turns into two bites, three bites, and so on. Illegal foods can have an accumulative effect on your intestines, and it may take a while before the damage is felt. I’ve cheated before on a long-term basis, and six months later, I paid the consequences.
While I didn’t get sick this weekend, I regretted my weakness, and I’m still trying to tame the need for more sugar. Don’t anybody let me loose in a candy store, please.