Pizza and Cupcakes!

I recently took my kids to a birthday party -- and you know what's at birthday parties these days?  Pizza and Cupcakes. 

I stared, stared, STARED, S T A R E D at those beautiful slices of pizza.  And the cupcakes, Oh the Cupcakes!

I didn't eat them.

They were off limits.

I ate potato chips and drank my water.

I felt okay and a little sad. Oh that pizza looked good.  I removed the cheese from my son's slice as he can't eat it (lactose issues) and normally that lusious load of fat carrying calories would have gone STRAIGHT in my month.  But yesterday, I put it aside on his plate.

I stared.
 
I stared from a distance.  That cheese was tempting -- it was calling -- it ended up in the trash.

But, I'm not perfect, no indeed.

1. I grabbed a big handful of popcorn, popped it in my mouth and realized something was wrong.  It was cheddar popcorn ... I turned my hand over and watched those white balls of yummyness fall in the trash - that popcorn was now off limits.

2. I ate the crust from my son's pizza.  I could tell that it didn't have butter on the edge (not that kind of pizza place), but that cheese was all sorts of loving up on that slice before I took it off, so really, the crust probably wasn't vegan by the time I got it.

Overall I'm quite proud of myself!