This being July 4th and a day for picnics and parties and fireworks in celebration of our nation’s birthday, I was invited to a picnic by a buddy from the morning bus. She asked me to bring a dessert and in my laziness, I decided brownies were the way to go. Open a box, dump in some eggs, oil and water, stir, bake, and voila! Brownies.
Feeling virtuous, I didn’t even buy the box until this morning and whipped up a batch when I got home from the store. Unfortunately by the time they were cooled, the picnic was cancelled because of expected thunderstorms. Which meant there was a box of ready to eat brownies sitting on my counter.
Did I do the smart thing and demolish them in the disposal? No. Did I smush them up so they were unrecognizable? No – and anyway, that wouldn’t change anything because they would still be brownies, just in a different shape. Did I pour dish soap or some other revolting (and sick-making) substance on top? Yes, but not until I ate about 1/4 of the pan. Okay, maybe 1/3. No, 1/4. I made myself sick overeating something I didn’t even expect to have in the house and wouldn’t have bought or eaten if I’d been anywhere else. The remains of the pan are now in the trash, liberally squirted with Dawn and worchestershire sauce, but the damage is done.
The bad news is that I ate them without listening to my body enough to know that it was saying, “This is enough, you can stop now.” The good news is that they are now in the trash, I have healthy groceries in the fridge, and tomorrow is another day. And there is WW on Sunday morning, where I will step on the scale and hold myself accountable. I don’t have to wait until Sunday to be more in controlle tomorrow.
Since I didn’t go to the picnic, I worked on The Closet Project today and have now successfully weeded through the closets and cedar chest. I still have the dresser and a box of reserved smaller things to evaluate. I must say it’s pretty liberating to use the lens of “would I buy this again?” instead of “would I wear this again?” My bags of clothes will go in the car tomorrow and popped into clothing donation boxes so they don’t get in the way. Someone else will be thrilled to have the things that have no more value for me. A Win-Win situation for everyone.