A Temporary Sacrifice

The First Reader this morning suggested I blog about baking. As I was pre-coffee, I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but then he read something to me. A post he'd made a year ago today on social media, referencing the hardships and trials of living with a baker, and having to sample her wares. 

He's been missing that for most of this year. I've been on a diet that precludes sugar, and most baked goods, and although I've offered to make him his favorites, he's pointed out (and rightly) that, say a coconut cream pie would be his! all his! and that might be too much even for him. The kids have done more baking in the last four months than I have. On the other hand, I'm down 23 pounds and still losing (another five to my initial goal weight, and then to contemplate if reaching my pre-children level of fitness is possible. Believe it or not, I was a runner in my late teens and won awards for it) so it's going to be a while yet. I'm sorry, dear! 

I have been trying to make sure that I'm not asking him to be on my diet with me, although inadvertently he's come along for the ride as we've found it easier to simply omit the carb-heavy part of a meal. It's not going to hurt him, except that he does miss pie, and cookies, and cake. To be honest, so do I. I'm looking forward to a nice fresh loaf of bread. I know I'll have to be moderate in my intake, but I have to keep the concept that I will be able to eat normally again. This is a temporary state. 

Besides which, I know what led to my regaining - I was at this weight a year ago, and then stress and the snacking got out of hand. Plus, winter sluggishness. We've already taken steps to make sure that doesn't happen again. Ok, can't do much about the stress. Eating just to fill the worry-needs, that can be controlled. Plus, the First Reader wired in the treadmill, so we have that, and it's a good thing. I've discovered I can run comfortably on it (ok, as comfortably as I can run these days, which is not long, but I'm working on my form before I start pushing harder). 

So as much as I love when he humble-brags on my baking, it's going to have to wait a bit. Although an Apple Crisp might happen tonight. Because I do love to feed my family.