I have a dirty little secret…
A Sordid Affair
For most of this year I have been having an affair. It’s true; I have a mistress. Of course, I have felt conflicted about it and for months my emotions have been a roller-coaster ride of excitement, guilt, ecstasy and regret. Nobody knows about her but I thought that a little public purging might be a healthy part of my recovery. While I had hoped the affair would be nothing more than a passing infatuation, lately I am beginning to think it could be something more significant. More dangerous perhaps. In recent times I have been seeing her almost daily. Sometimes twice a day. So out of character for the control freak. When we’re together time stands still, nothing else matters and I lose all ability to think rational thought. I am like a fifteen year-old girl at a Pink concert; enamored, mesmerized, beguiled and totally infatuated.
Weak at the Knees
Although our encounters are mostly brief, it’s fair to say that they are also intense and passionate. When we’re not together I think about her far too often. She has become a distraction to me. A high-calorie distraction. I must do something. She invades my thoughts when I least expect it. When we’re apart she calls out my name and all too often, like a powerless zombie, I go to her. Like many others who would seduce, corrupt and lead astray the vulnerable and weak male, she always smells incredible. Oh that smell, it’s a cunning and essential part of her strategy. It is indeed my Achilles heel. I am so weak in her presence. And she knows it. If only I didn’t have a nose like a friggin’ blood hound I may have a chance of escaping her clutches but no, when her scent meets my nervous system something almost spiritual happens. It’s like sensory overload and for a moment, I feel like I’m touching heaven.
In truth, probably as close as I’ll get.
Sigh.
Lessons not Learned
And while I have experienced her beauty, I also know the pain she can bring. You see, my mistress and I had an affair long ago. I was much younger and less equipped to deal with a ruthless temptress such as her. She pulled me into her web of seduction and I was powerless. Of course it ended in tears as I know it will this time, unless I can find a way out of her clutches.
A Chance Meeting
I had not seen her for years when I bumped into her at the grocery store earlier this year. She was just sitting there on the second top shelf looking as sexy and indulgent as ever. Maybe she had been there all along but for some reason, I hadn’t noticed her. This time something was different. Maybe it was her, perhaps it was me. She was wearing a new jar. It suited her. Her old red metal lid from the eighties had been replaced with a new bright yellow plastic one and her new label was a myriad of beautiful colors. She even had a new name; Super Crunchy. Hmm… Super Crunchy, even the name sounds immoral. Again, maybe that’s just me. As I stood there transfixed at her new outfit, dreaming of sordid times long past, I became aware of eyes on me.
“Excuse me sir, would you like to sample our new Super Crunchy Peanut Butter?”
“So you have yourself a pimp now?”, I enquired of my long-forgotten mistress on the shelf.
Free Sex!
As the words left the woman’s mouth, the fat thirteen year-old inside me, rolled off the couch and danced a little jig of happiness. Free sex! Well almost. At the same time, the responsible grown-up worked overtime to be the voice of reason. The teenager won out and she was even better than I had recalled. How could that be? My knees buckled a little, my heart raced (perhaps from all the salt and fat) and all the memories came flooding back. So much pleasure. So many calories and so little time. I bought a family jar and made my way home.
Sadly, the last few months have been a slippery slope of early morning rendezvous’, secret late night trysts and the occasional midday foray.
It must stop.
So how do you (did you) control your food monster?
xx
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Oh yeah…more of that!!
I wish I was your jar of Super Crunchy Peanut Butter!
Krafty Lady xx
Sorry, but like you, I haven’t learned to control my food monster yet. Hey, I am a vegetarian, have been for over 10 years now. I thought I would lose weight when I quit eating meat. Never lost a pound. At first I thought being vegetarian meant that I could eat all the bread and pasta that I wanted with those veggies. Finally after a few years of that, I got smarter but still no lighter.
I recently decided to try eating raw veggies and fruits at least 75% of the time with just a few of my favorite cooked vegetarian meals occasionally. I am doing one green smoothy a day most days and still haven’t lost any weight. I have tons of uncook books to help me with the transition. I did a 5 day fast of eating just raw fruits and veggies with no seasonings or additions of any kind about 2 months ago. I lost 12 pounds of water weight. Two days after adding my seasonings back, I had gained the 12 pounds back.
In other ways, I am healthier than I have ever been but not weight wise. My immune system seems to be stronger than ever in resisting bacterias and viruses which is good because I am allergic to most American antibiotics on the market today.
I am overweight by 50 pounds (I want to weight 144 pounds.). I am a diabetic who controls my blood sugar by watching the amount of carbs that I eat rather than with insulin. I do take Vanadium and Chromium to help. The prescription drugs have too many side effects. They make my blood sugar levels go too low which can be just as dangerous as too high. Like most diabetics, my blood pressure is too high. Medications control it for awhile. I just started a new blood pressure medicine yesterday.
I don’t exercise enough. I have good intentions. I am lazy. I would rather read a book than exercise. This is the first time that I have said any of this outloud, if writing it on the computer can be considered out loud. And yes, I do love crunchy peanut butter. Sorry, I can’t be the teacher on this one. I haven’t learned it myself yet.
Having a mistress or lover in marriage is a problem.
Having a food monster is a problem.
Being fat is a problem.
Being faithful to one’s own best interests is not a problem; it’s a solution of sorts.
Being unafraid of monsters is not a problem; it’s a solution of sorts.
Being slender with muscles and curves in the right places is not a problem; it’s a solution of sorts.
Being hungry is common for survival; but it’s a test of character and intention. So feed the solution, not the problem….simple as that!!!! It works for me…whenever I remember this remedy.
Remember and remedy are similar words, so sometimes it’s difficult: re-ME-m-BE-r and re-ME-DY(ie?). The Big Question: Do I want to BE or to DIE? The Big Answer: Eat to be ME, not dead. That’s what it means to be well-FED. Get ME into my head, not my bed! Lord, let me be the leader, not the led. Starve the problem, and FEED the solution. You’ll never get them mixed up if you remember the remedy: If you’re a little hungry, you’re winning. Delayed gratification gives you TIME to remember this!
Oh, Craig! I felt like quite the voyeur through that little story .. and I liked it! Didn’t help that I didn’t read the heading; that the first words that caught my eye were “I have a dirty little secret…”. I salivated and grabbed my mouse to read more with the speed and yearning of a powerfully-built 5 year old let loose in a Krispy Kreme store!
I have two such mistresses. Krispy Kreme donuts and chocolate – both of which I have had unadulterated, raw, over-the-top, bingeful “sex” with lately. After getting the verdict that I hadn’t broken my finger (yay!), I was walking back to the office past a Krispy Kreme store and decided to celebrate. Couldn’t decide between two new ones, so got both .. plus an original, coz they’re my favourite. Promptly found a park bench to perch on and devoured the lot. Didn’t like the new ones, so went back to buy another original .. I was robbed of my treat, after all! Disgustingly bingeful, but she’s the easiest mistress to control – I just avoid those shops. Except on this occasion.
No, the harder one is the loving, gentle, sweet hand of chocolate. Now SHE really gets my juices flowing. I’ve recently developed a habit of having a (big) packet of M&Ms in my drawer at work. Every afternoon with a cup of tea, I’ll get her out and have a slow, tantalising, drawn-out encounter. At least, I TRY to go slow. Sometimes I can’t help being overly aggressive and just going hell-for-leather.
She’s gone now .. I polished her off yesterday. And wondered this morning why my skirt was tight around my arse. Enough. I’m stronger than this. Healthy relationships don’t involve weakness – they are equal. And supportive. And kind. And I’m worthy of that (thanks, Craig). So I’m going to say no now. When she flashes that sultry smile at me and tries to entice me I will smile back and bid her good day.
Craig, take that wench of yours to the bin and unceremoniously (or ceremoniously, if you wish!) dump her in it. Have one last lustful binge if you like, but then tell her “enough!”. And do what I’m going to: Replace her with an even better mistress – one that supports me in being my best me. And in your case, find yourself a real one! Real sex beats peanut butter and donuts and chocolate any day. Unless you maybe combine them… Hmmm…. Stop it!
Suz
xx
OMG. I have only just weaned myself off a daily fix of crunchy peanut butter and you do this……. you are DESPICABLE (said in my best Daffy Duck lisp)
Toasted Burgen rye bread + crunchy peanut butter = HEAVEN
I am at work and all I can think about is dashing out in my morning tea break and buying a jar of the stuff. Will someone please tie me to my keyboard!
Ahhhh…I just avoid that aisle at the supermarket. I wish I could resist her when she’s here but I can’t so I stay away…
I have a whole family of food monsters…..cake, biscuits, chocolate, lollies, any sort of desserts….need I go on. I have learn’t to control them, as they were all stopping me from having the body i wanted and deserved. I workout for over an hour 3 times a week and was undoing all my good work by eating sweets. I have now learn’t to simply have self control and think about the body I would rather have. Instead of eating a packet of tim tams (what the?) I’ll now have just 1 with a coffee and I savour the moment.
I actually appreciate sweet things alot more now as I don’t eat them very often, but when I do it is my one and only guilty pleasure.
too funny and strangely arousing…. my weakness was a threesome that involved a jar of nutella, a spoon, and late night TV. Simple solution Mr H – ban it from the house!! treat it like a drug – nope cant have a toke – won’t stop. hehe. also stopped buying biscuits ‘for the kids’ – guess what they didn’t even bloody notice they were gone.
1. See her for what she really is: a cheap, thoughtless, unfaithful, user. She doesn’t care about you one little bit and she will leave you feeling unhappy and unfulfilled. You will be glad when shes’s gone, yes it might hurt a bit at first… but the longer you leave it the more it will hurt.
2. Remember all those things you’ve written over the years! Especially this one, yes, she’s the quick fix… you want the long term results.
3. Get rid of her, if you can’t see her you won’t want her as much or as often. (When all else fails I always say loudly: better in the bin than on my bum!)
4. Stop and think (yes, I know she’s got you hooked like a drug but try anyway). If you don’t give in to her ‘charms’ will you regret it tomorrow? Will you wake up thinking ‘Oh how I wish I’d succumbed to some super sexy super crunchy last night’?
5. Stop thinking! Just do it!
What can I say! I luuuuuuuuv smoothy peanut butter on fresh thick slice of bread!! No crunchy for me!!! x
Nice post Craigo – kind of saucy … does Mills & Boon have a food porn section?? Think you’re on a winner there.
Oh Suz!! Krispy Kreme (I’m salivating now … it’s not pretty … strawberries and cream … ooh). I have the perfect solution for the Krispy Kreme problem … live in regional Tasmania!! Not a Krispy Kreme in sight!!! We’re too poor and backward down here to enjoy THAT glory! We stick to real sex!!!
I have a “n-huuuge” problem with Red Rock Deli Lime & Cracked Pepper chips. But if they are not in the house I won’t go and buy them … a benefit of being incredibly lazy. But if they are there … I’ll eat the lot … a 200g pack … it’s totally disgusting and I always hate myself afterwards.
Another trick I use is that I never, ever, ever, ever go down the chocolate aisle of the supermarket. Ever.
Sadly my chippy and chocolate mistresses call on me, like clockwork, every 28 days … and just like last month, I cannot resist.
That is why my curves go the wrong way …
Sigh.
Em
( ) x
Sooo Funnny…
Hellen a threesome with spoon, nutella & late night TV (laugh my butt off).
So Mr Harper…. the old super crunchy peanut butter..hmm.
What do we do when we are faced with old stuff rearing its ugly head up in our faces? My theory is simple… you can eat it enjot it and move on, the occassional treat is fine, it is only when you start to layer it on to thick and hiding in the cupboard to stuff your face that it is becoming a problem and haven’t we all been there at some point!
Isn’t food one of the simple pleasures of life? We have taste buds for a reason. We also have a brain that we can use for a little self control.
So enjoy your “super crunchy” or what ever everyone else has a soft spot for, just don’t let “food” run your life.
Love your work Craig & ((())) hugs to you at this difficult time in your on again off again relationship, what ever you do “dont cross to the dark side & go smoothy… yuk.
Ah the food monster. How sneaky and pervasive it can be.
My monster is chocolate, M and M’s of late to be precise. The crunch the pretty colours……..
The real culprit is not chocolate at all but lack of love for self. (in my case) but lack of love in any case…. And my slippery slope into destruction and depravity was a slow and painful one. Yes the adult knows better the child simply hangs on screaming….
Take some YOU time pure indulgent YOU time. Find that inner kid and do what he wants for a while. Go for a long ride on your bike. Wind in the hair, bugs in the face you know sheer hard riding the kind that gives you pure joy…….
Seems to me your so busy giving ,doing, being for others that somewhere along the way you have forgotten YOU.
Go and play, have some guilt free time for you.
Mr Crunchy yellow lid peanut butter will run screaming for the hills!
Enjoy the journey.
Be kind to you.
Amanda
Deal with it now. Before it becomes (more) unmanagable.
Admitting or telling your ’secret’ is a good first step. “Hi, my name is….and I’m addicted to …..” may sound quite silly and/or a little cliche, but….try to think of SOME WAY to ‘get it out of your head’.
Verbalising and acknowledging what you want to change, is way better than hiding and denying.
Next, make time to have a long, honest ‘chat’ with your seductress. What is it that she/he/ ‘it’, is really offering you ? In the long term? Does the pleasure derived from each of your encounters really outweigh the inevitable detrimental outcomes you will eventually have to deal with…one day?
Isn’t your own emotional and physical well being way too important to sacrifice to your occasional or even frequent indulgences?
In short – sit back and count the cost.
Look at your ‘peanut butter’ for exactly what it is – reading the label will tell you. Then – kick it out. ( I don’t actually advocate doing this to humans! ) Yes…. clear it out of your fridge, your house and your pantry……and while you’re at it, take a look at any other ‘peanut butters’ in there and toss them out too.
Next, find yourself some creamy, tasty, low fat and ‘ better for YOU ‘ alternatives – use these when the need for ‘ your next fix ‘ arises. Things like….low fat cream cheese (great on bagels) ,low fat ricotta or low fat cream cheese.
You may actually enjoy these. If not and you want more spice….add sweet chilli sauce! You don’t actually have to sacrifice taste and enjoyment of food just because you make the switch to lower calorie alternatives.
Finally ..say to your seductress ‘ thanks for all the good times ‘ and joyfully point out to her that because you are now more aware of the full effects of your relationship and because you really, really value your long term well being, you are moving on –
To a lifestyle that doesn’t include guilt, regret, pain or indeciscion.
Let her know also that ‘her pimp’ may have some better health police (who’ve been called to a ‘long term well being’ incident) heading her way….
Mon
All above but I would add that even being a monk or moving to Mars with no bad food one would slip, so say ok went back, see you later.
Ah, well, I fell for the old “it is from the health food shop therefore it is okay to eat” trick. Carob coated licorice! Yoghurt chocolate coated dried apricot. Spicey chick peas. Pumpkin seeds. Trust me when I say that the fat and sugar from those “healthy treats” put on weight just as quickly as a block of chocolate. Now I just do not buy it.
I still have a problem with bread. Grainy bread, rye bread, fruit bread. I even have a bread maker. Bread is the all time temptation for me. I have even taken photos of bread. So I just limit myself to a couple of slices a day. And exercise a lot. I don’t know, but bread seems a bit of a sneaky thing to me.
Generally I find that if I schedule in a treat day every few weeks I am fine. Having once been a bit of a fat gal, I know what the consequences are of giving in to temptation too often.
You can bash yourself up tomorrow as I am more of a slut than you!
Well I too have been weak at the knees, unable to say No and allowed that monster to control me….to take my body, my soul and my life! But I swear mine is a man who sometimes changes but generally is wearing the same outfit as yours! Just no taste! And like an obsessive stalker is always near by!
After years of trying to see him, pulling back , layering him on, purging my soul and even trying NOT to have any at all… I remembered one thing I am a human !
I am a human, I feel, I have needs , I have requirements but I also didn’t just didn’t know how to control him, I tried taming him.. nothing worked.
A broken woman, so much time wasted abstaining, going back like a beaten wife and even when I didn’t see him everyone told me that was too little! Nothing made sense! Until I decided that an army is more powerful to myself and what is the best thing you can do to a wolf… you don’t tame it especially when it is so alluring your either destroy it or remove it totally!
I am made different there are just some things in life that I cant touch, and he is one of them! esp the nuts!
But being alive, on fire, part of and having a life is so much more than the so called ‘one night stand’ that never ends, where I only get used!
JUST FOR TODAY I WILL FIND SOMEONE WHO LOVES ALL of me
Update report. I went out a morning tea and…………..NO I did not succumb – I chose another drug and got myself a cappuccino.
So my advice Craig is try substitution. Chose a less dangerous alternative instead. (it’s almost working for me)
Too funny… the real question is what your implement of choice is –knife?(most decadent and requiring such careful and delicate licks), or spoon? (for pure indulgence). Or do you just dive in with abandon and use your fingers?
My lover is a cold b*stard. Smooth, sweet and so sweet on the tongue. He comes in many varieties depending on my mood and is particularly hard to resist in the summer. So I make deals with myself. We can only spend time together on particularly deserving occasions — after I’ve completed a running race or when I choose to indulge with him for dinner (as opposed to dessert). Sir Ice Cream is forever in my dreams!
For me it is a tin of Milo and a big spoon. I have had to ban it from the house!!
Since we’re going the whole Food Porn route, I’ll confess that Kettle Chips are my man whore, closely followed by Coke. And since I am viewing them as what they are, cheap thrills for a price, I have to look at the risks the same way I would if an actual real life Johnny Depp lookalike rent boy……mmmmm….sorry, got distracted there for a minute…..
Anyway, if said gorgeous rent boy turned up and beckoned seductively, I would have to ask myself; is he clean? Or am I going to get something nasty that I didn’t bargain for? And I view the Evil Chips the same way. Is this the packet that is going to give me the unwanted gift of a stroke? Heart attack? Push me from overweight to obese? Raise my cholesterol?
Is this the can of Coke that will tip my into diabetic country?
And I find that when I stand in the supermarket looking at the shiny packaging, if I go through that Russian Roulette scenario, it just isn’t worth it. I can walk away. I have been chip free for over a month now. Where’s my 30 day keyring?
So tell that seductive wench Super Crunchy….”No thanks, I don’t know what other little “gifts” you have for me besides that temporary taste sensation”. And walk away. Let a weaker man take her home.
Easy solution Craig.
Fly to Hawaii and compete in an ultra ironman and then scoff the whole jar as soon as you finish. You will feel so sick that your affair will be well and truly over.
and don’t forget that as a bonus your calories in vs calories out for the day will still be in the black
Suza, I am breathlessly waiting for the next installment of the Anais Suza and Henry Harper foodmance saga. lol
Mango season has begun…strawberries and passionfruit…red cabbage and green capsicums abound…hot daze and watermelon with mint and orange.
Donuts and M&Ms and peanut butter….gawd awful for a foodmance!
Hello all,
I’m one of those lurkers, new to this thing, who sits quietly by and reads all your stuff and laughs (in a “I understand that completely” kind of way) so…given my lack of wisdom and my “new” status please, be kind!!!
Ok…so whats the real reason your having this affair? There has to be something buried in that psyche that is out of whack!! It’s taken me 39 years to understand my “I have to eat” thing and every time there is a reason!! I’m tired, Ive had a crap day, I haven’t exercised enough, the kids are annoying the hell out of me, blah, blah, blah, blah….always an excuse!
So in all my wisdom I’m going to as you to look inside and find out whats not right!! Are you tired (aren’t we all?), are there issues in your family? Is there someone or something in your life right now that’s really shiting you? (sorry bout the language!). Look inside, find the parasite and squash it!!!
If all else fails, its always therapeutic to have a clean out and throw that wench into the bin!!!
Good Grief – what crazy-arse door have I opened?
Not exactly the path that I thought this post may lead us down but hey, who cares! Your comments are hilarious, amusing, insightful, entertaining… and one or two are a just little scarey!
Love it.
Keep ‘em coming.
Weirdos x
P.S. Hi to our Newbies – welcome!
After a couple of decades of wrestling with my various food monsters, my method of taming them is accountability tracking spreadsheets/notebooks in combination with changing my thoughts about them.
One of my former weaknesses was soft drink, particularly Coke, but I’ve tamed it to the extent that this coming Christmas Day will mark 1000 consecutive days withouth soft drink. I’m confident that I’ll reach the 1000 day mark without relapsing, and in a perverse way I’m looking foward to starting the journey towards 2000 consecutive days. Having a spreadsheet to tally the consecutive days, which I update every day, has made it a game to see how far I can go. Also it reinforces my reality that I’m someone who will never drink a soft drink again. As opposed to my old reality that I was a 2 can a day man.
The temptations of junk food are many at my work, there’s a building three minutes away that is chock full of temptation. To beat this I have a non-negotiable rule that I bring fruit to work every day as my morning and afternoon snacks. I also have an accountability notebook covering four potential categories of junk food and drink (iced lattes anyone?), and I have a point scoring system to keep me on track – which I use every day at the end of work.
My solution is not for everyone – daily accountability (yuck!!), but it works for me. The key is that I’ve tried different methodolgies over the years until found what works and I finally stopped beating myself up mentally over past failures.
Cheers
P.S. – Crunch peanut butter is the bomb – best had in very light doses.
Craig in keeping with the tone of your post (and the comments that followed) I think you should refer to her as the Food Siren – where you are lured like a hapless sailor by the beautiful seductress and her heavenly voice towards certain death
I guess the issue here is complete lack of control/abandonment to your desire for your crunchy Siren (makes her sound like a hippy). Which is fine in small doses but not so good when it takes over your life.
I advocate picturing those spoonfuls of PB as spoonfuls of pure fat. Not very appetising… or as someone else suggested substitute with something not as bad – perhaps a peanut covered protein bar?
And don’t buy anymore PB – if you don’t have it in the house then you can’t indulge at a weak moment.
Go for a run when the desire overtakes you – I think these type of urges only last a few minutes and if you can distract yourself you’ll get through it unscathed.
My food porn at the moment is honey soy chicken chips. I don’t buy them so I’m not tempted.
At the end of the day, you’ve worked hard to overcome your fat past and I’m sure your desire not to go back there will win over your desire for your seductress….
PS – Oh Master, I think you’ve exaggerated your addiction to make us grasshoppers feel better about ourselves
Hi Craig,
Well the tables are turned so I would say to you …you are only human, and that it is nice to know..!
Secondly suck it up princess and you need to make this non-negotiable(exclude it from you life until you can handle appropriately..this maybe never by the sound of it…lol!).
This is if you are serious about making the best you possible. I know you can do! Do you?
Cheers
Andy
Craig,
Thank you for another orgy of good English and humour!
N
Hi all! I’m with LindaC: a treat now and then solves most of the urge to “stray”. However, I’m a little amazed at the amount of judgmental language used in this conversation, so much black and white, good and bad, conquering and acquiescing. What if it wasn’t such a life and death issue if we eat a spoonful of peanut butter or chocolate or a few chips or, heavens (and another topic, actually), drink a beer now and then? What if we made conscious choices to indulge ourselves once in awhile without beating ourselves up afterwards? Would it be easier to stop at one spoonful, one handful, one bottle full if we knew that the goodies weren’t forbidden, but instead pleasures to be savored only once in awhile, like a trip to an exotic place (gotta save up some cash to get there)? Except in this case, instead of cash, we have to stock up on some healthy habits to make it possible to stay healthy AND eat some peanut butter. A lot of addiction happens because of the psychological kick we get by doing something forbidden, not just because of the chemical composition of whatever it is we ingest (or whatever). My husband’s grandma used to say that you can do whatever you want, but just never too much of any one thing. Make sense to me (though I agree that it’s not always easy…)
Hi Craig, hi everyone,
Why do we always blame the temptress and not the tempted? Perhaps she just doesn’t want to be left on the shelf. Is it her fault that she is beautiful and delicious and beguiling? Why should she hide her assets to protect the weak?
She has looked after herself and her attraction has not faded with time – she has even given herself a makeover and updated her look. Why should she not enjoy the fruits of her labours?
At least she’s honest. She doesn’t pretend to be ‘healthy’ and hide her sins within fineprint like the self-righteous ‘fruit spreads’. She lives to give pleasure to those brave enough to savour her delights and she delivers, endlessly, consistently and asks nothing in return.
The only choice is to resist her or embrace her (and just spend a little longer on the treadmill).
Christina xxx
It appears that we have a new term; foodporn. Well new to me-dot-com anyway.
Too funny
Planning more work in this particular genre Craigo???
It might end up having its own category on the side bar here.
There’s an eye-opener for the first-timers!!!
Could be a popular concept. Think you’ve hit on something here … (as opposed to you being hit on by a jar of peanut butter!!!!)
x
Hi Craig
i had just finished reading all of these great replies when my skinny son saunters into the room with some peanut butter ( we used to call it paste) and a block of chocolate,a BIG block.
He told me he is going to make his fav dessert which involves melting the chocolate and somehow putting in globs of peanut paste and then freezing it. Mmmmmm he swears by it. I might have left something out, have done that before.
Meanwhile,I have discovered nut butter which doesn’t have any of the nasty trans fat that peanut butter varieties have. The one I like is an almond, brazil and cashew nut blend and it is seriously yummy plus has no baddies in it. I have on a piece of wholemeal toast to get complex carbs, protein and good fats.
I can’t believe it! I don’t know if you remember me, but about two years ago, you and I had quite an argument about the goods and bads of peanut butter. You told me how bad it was, how I should not include ANY in my diet ……..and now, I find you were a closet lover all along. Love it!
“Kiddo”
Food Porn – I like that term…had me all worked up there – are you sure your name isn’t Fabio?
Well, I have a couple of suggestions. Number 1 is to keep yourself grounded in doing things you like and enjoy, in things that you are passionate about where your attention is really devoted. In these times, it is likely that the food princess doesn’t even step out from behind the curtain.
Its just those waiting moments and quiet times alone with our thoughts that hears her screaming, breathing and let’s not forget panting.
If more desperate measure is required than this following advice might be a little dangerous but revealing. Don’t resist the princess at all! Feel free to indulge however with each sweaty session really observe what you are feeling, ask yourself the questions – why am I eating this? What is it that it’s replacing? What Am I denying myself that this little hottie gives me so much pleasure? Slowly the answers should come – rather than just living hedonistically you are also asking Ms. PB some big fat questions. You mind should find itself engaged in the questions more than the product after awhile. Sooner or later the answers will go beyond the calorie goodness of this curvy bodacious beast.
Lastly, remember that resistance builds on itself – it becomes yet another temptation and source of trouble therefore it’s necessary to reduce the resistance in our lives in order to be open to the answers and growth that we deserve.
Hope that makes sense.
Food Porn is new to you? Hah! Luckily I have teenagers who educate me in these things, whether I want to know or not…..(And trust me, a lot of the time it’s NOT!)
Glad it gave you a giggle and distracted you from that saucy minx Super Crunchy
NO WAY ! Peanut butter is my weakness too. I’ve tried several times to buy it for the kids and have told myself – “its ok, i’m over that weakness now, just buy it for the kids, you don’t need to have it” –
Failed. every. single. time.
Don’t look at it, walk straight past it and never even entertain the idea anymore of buying it, tasting it or even looking at it.
PEANUT BUTTER IS EVIL !
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In America we have a saying (maybe its worldwide) “that dessert(main dish, guy) is to die for.” Pretty telling, huh? Thanks for the opportunity to be a voyeur.
Dont cheat on your mistress with cheesecake will you? Peanut butter may get an inferiority complex….
It seems that I am not the only one with a peanut butter need! My way of dealing (aka coping) – NEVER buy any to have at home, and have the occasional treat when out for breakfast etc. It is working so far!
It seems to me, and I’m no expert, that maybe what you are longing for is something much more fulfilling and enjoyable that Peanut Butter. I would assume that a man of your talents and understanding would be able to handle any craving, for any food, that might happened to spring to mind. Not that I’m saying I have an insight to the man that you are, but from what I can tell, from what I’ve been reading in your blog/s, wanting for a particular food is not what you are really longing for. I wish you luck, and I hope you keep doing what you’re doing. It makes such a difference. Shar