I have half of a Lemon Meringue Pie in my trash can right now. It all started last Saturday evening when Mr. Darcy, the girls and I did the grocery shopping. A table, full to the brim with neatly stacked Lemon Meringue Pies. One of my favorites. They called to me gently, sweetly, but I ignored them. Those pies were evil though. They had etched their siren song into my brain. Every time I thought about the grocery store, or passed near the grocery (it's right in our neighborhood) or even thought about food, I would think Lemon Meringue Pie. I could almost taste it. So last night, on the way home from Mr. Darcy's volleyball game (more like Mr. Darcy played volleyball and I either herded the girls like herding cats away from the court and finally found a playground to play on with them) I couldn't take it any longer. I stopped and bought a Lemon Meringue Pie.
In my defense, I looked first to see if they had a half pie or even just a slice to sell. The woman at the bakery section looked at me like I had 5 eyes and said "no, we don't have that. The pies are only $3." So, I bought an entire pie.
After the girls were snug in their beds, I got out the pie and cut a piece. I left it out so Mr. Darcy could have a piece but he told me it looked gross to him. Lemon Meringue Pie? Gross? The man is certifiably crazy! So, I had his second piece swearing that I would not have more.
This morning at 10 am it called to me. I could hear it. But I resisted. Until. Mr. Darcy called to reschedule our lunch plans due to an unexpected work meeting. So foresaking my whole grain bread, whole grain pita, or other healthy carb options, I had a lunch of sliced roast beef (low fat, low sodium) and Lemon Meringue Pie. And then I realized. I needed to rid myself of the pie or it would derail all the good training sessions I have been putting all my efforts into. So, poof. Face down into the trash it went.
I am free. Tomorrow is a 1 1/2 hour bike. I need real food. Dinner will be healthy yet again.