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Cheesecake Addiction (Update)

UPDATE:

I’ve been trying to beat this addiction as I call it and it has been giving me a run for the money! It has been “winning” (like Trump would say) and I’ve fallen off the bandwagon many times over, it’s all par for the course. However, I’ve made it without cheesecake for a week now and it feels great but the craving is still there. It is heaviest right before sleep when I see cheesecakes floating before my eyes and begging for attention! The lure is slowly subsiding but we’ll see how this goes. So far so good. 👍

Some of you may know of my addiction to cheesecake as I’ve been posting about it often enough here.

I consider myself to have tremendous willpower and those who have gotten through that barrier were allowed to do so on my terms. However, I’ve met my match and it wasn’t made in heaven!

This creamy concoction of cream cheese and all things nice has taken hold and ever since that first bite I’m a prisoner in every sense of the word! What happened to willpower? It has given up and is hiding somewhere.

Let me tell you, I’ve tried my best but my best doesn’t seem to be enough to get rid of this addiction. I make it for a week and then I hear it calling my name. Within seconds, I am sitting down to a nice slice of scrumptious cheesecake and a cup of coffee. It’s heaven if you ask me. It (the cheesecake) knows that I’m putty in its hands!

I tried getting rid of the “fixer.” I call him the cheesecake guy. He brings or used to bring me a whole cheesecake every weekend. Half of a plain no frills variety and a cherry filled one. The problem was I had a never-ending supply of cheesecake and every time I walked by the fridge, it called and I obliged! So, it was time to get rid of the source. It wasn’t that difficult to do since I am getting rid of the “menfolk” to work on myself. However, the “no cheesecake” policy is much harder. Something seems to be missing.

No worries. There is still the bakery where the ladies who work the counter always greet me with a knowing grin. “One cheesecake?” Yes, they know me well. I broke down and bought a whole cheesecake yesterday and had a slice for breakfast today! Nope, it is not going well. I’m still hooked on this piece of nothingness and who would have thought that IT would be my biggest nemesis. Time to work on winning the battle. If there is one thing I know about myself, it is that I’m up for challenges and I KNOW I CAN BEAT THIS ADDICTION!

Good luck says the cheesecake!

Have an amazing day.

Cheesecake Addiction (Update)

Some of you may know of my addiction to cheesecake as I’ve been posting about it often enough here.

I consider myself to have tremendous willpower and those who have gotten through that barrier were allowed to do so on my terms. However, I’ve met my match and it wasn’t made in heaven!

Good luck says the cheesecake!

Have an amazing day.

My Day Out

It was my “get out of jail” day, a self-imposed one, and it was nice for a change. The four walls were closing in and just going to the “fields” for a walk wasn’t going to do it this time around. I needed change.

I was looking forward to meeting up with a friend but the day started out with problems. The internet wasn’t working and so it was a mad dash to get in touch with the provider. Then I needed to get changed and it was time for something better than my normal wear of sweatpants and a ratty top to match. I decided on jeans and a nice shirt. I was still irritated by the internet thing but I made it to the cafe on time because “punctual” is my middle name. As usual, the girlfriend was late. “Suzy come lately” showed up 15 minutes late and breezed in with a smile on her face.

The cafe was crowded and the noise level was going up as the “8o” something group at the next table had downed a couple of cups of coffee by now and were high on something or other. Caffeine? I’m not sure but they were a raucous bunch.

We had our usual breakfast of eggs, bacon, a small salad and two cups of coffee each. We were loosening up as well and could see why the group next to us was having so much fun. Something in the coffee?

Anyway, we talked about a whole array of topics and as two single women, it came back to men in general. Nothing much had changed in her world and neither had it in mine.

Two hours in and I was ready for my quiet time again. She had her Tai Chi class next and I needed a fix. The bakery was right across from the cafe so I headed there after taking leave. I was hell-bent on having a really nice day and what better way to do it than with a hot cup of coffee and a slice of cheesecake! In case you’re wondering, the fetish, the cheesecake fetish is still there but it is down to twice a week.

Have an amazing day.

Sunday Blues

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I hate Sundays! Sure, it is a day for rest and restoration but it is also the last bit of hurdle after Saturday and the day before everything opens back up and life returns to normal again and the “fields” become mine alone sans the usual Sunday crowd. The way I love it.

Yesterday was no different. I had my intentions set for the day and I was going to take it easy, relax, meditate, watch “reality” on TV and play with Chachi, the cat. However, it didn’t turn out that way. I was bored stiff! It doesn’t happen often but somehow it was different yesterday. I couldn’t stand my own company anymore.

It was time to get out and about. The “Cheesecake Guy” came to the rescue. If you don’t know who he is, read my article the, “Cheesecake Dilemma.” Anyway, he invited me over to watch movies with him and it sounded like a perfect plan so I took him up on it.

We decided on a Charles Bronson movie, The Telefon. It was an old movie but since I had had my fill of horror movies, we settled on it. My said friend is a horror movie aficionado! Once the movie got going, I couldn’t get into it. It seemed to drag on but my friend was fixated on it so I bit my teeth and kept my patience in check. Halfway through, he suggested stopping for coffee. I agreed enthusiastically. He made the coffee and set the table and there right in the middle holding a place of honor was my nemesis staring back at me! Not one but two! A cherry cheesecake and a raisin cheesecake. He, the friend, had a twinkle in his eye but mine was filled with dread, fear and disbelief.

I’ve been trying to get off this addiction for cheesecake and it was working sporadically but here it was again and I just can’t seem to keep my distance away from it. He said, “Cut as big a slice as you want.” I swear the cheesecakes were nodding in agreeance! I let myself be led meekly to the table. You guessed it! I had two slices and my willpower was nowhere to be seen. It said, “It’s Sunday and I’m taking a day off! You’re on your own!”

Long story short, I had my fix and it felt good going down. Today is another day to get it in grip again. Did I tell you, “I hate Sundays!”

Have an amazing day.

The Cheesecake Dilemma!

One of my resolutions for this year is to cut out the “Cheesecake Fetish” altogether! If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it is this all-consuming lust for cheesecake!

This particular fetish started last year and since then it has taken on a gigantic personality. I never used to be a person who needed a “fix” of something sweet or of anything else for that matter. Somehow I got on the cheesecake train and have refused to get off.

To make matters worse and as life would have it, I met someone who offered me a slice of the best cheesecake in town and I was hooked. I wasn’t hooked on the guy but on what he had to offer. This love fest took off to new heights when every time he went to play tennis, he would bring me a whole cheesecake from the store close to the tennis club. How convenient? What’s that saying? “The way to someone’s heart is through their stomach.” He basically took it to heart and I had my never-ending supply of cheesecake of the very best kind.

The problem. Ever heard of cheesecake taunting? Neither have I but every time I walked past the refrigerator, I would hear it knocking and calling out my name! It got to the point where I would just open the fridge, stand there in its all-encompassing presence and bathe in its scrumptiousness. I was able to ration it to one slice a day and so it has been until I realized that thoughts of “cheesecake” accompanied me on my walks!

It was time to hit the brakes. Willpower needs to take a stand and show this bad behavior the door! This year I’m going to have one slice per week, no ifs or buts about it. It will be my reward for working on myself. I don’t care how loud it cries from behind the refrigerator door and begs me to take a bite, I WILL turn a deaf ear and sip on mundane coffee to stave off the craving.

Hard is not the word for it, but I’ve got to start somewhere before that “craving” takes over my life! What about the fixer? Well, I’ve put him on notice not before seeing the disbelief go flitting past his face but I’m sure he’ll find new ways of getting through to the heart that has locks, chains and a moat surrounding it! If there’s a will, there’s a way as they say.

It’s time for coffee and I swear I can hear the half- finished cheesecake screaming my name but nope not today. It’s time to put on my shoes and do 30 minutes of HIIT training! Willpower do your thing! Yes, WE CAN do this!

I’ll keep you posted.

Have an amazing day.

WILLPOWER

Willpower is defined as, “The strength of mind or determination to overcome challenges and achieve goals.”

Where has my willpower gone? I thought I had trained it well. If it wasn’t good for me, I said NO thank you and left it where it belonged. Nothing could sway me or push me into just trying a little bit. Nothing.

Until I met my nemesis. It started with a nonchalant trip to the bakery to get some cake for a friend. She loves her pastries and cakes. Displayed behind the pristine glass case were different cakes all perked to perfection and begging to be devoured but my eyes settled on a bland looking creamy concoction and for some reason it had my name written all over it. How much harm could come out of eating just a small piece of whatever it was I thought. It had no fruits on it and no added decoration to make it look pretty and yet there was something about it. I couldn’t put my finger on it. If I had known, I would have run screaming from the store!

“Willpower is like a muscle, the more you train it, the stronger it gets.” Unknown

Right, I had trained mine to withstand anything so coming back to that almost innocent looking piece of nothingness in that glass case. It was a cheesecake I was told. I’ve had cheesecakes before but this one looked different because it was almost crustless or perhaps because it had my number and was looking to break me!

I brought it home and that afternoon I took a bite into it. My eyes lit up. It wasn’t sweet as cakes go but there was something. I could feel my WILLPOWER crumbling and disintegrating into a thousand pieces. Well, it felt that way anyway.

The battle was lost. Every chance I got after that fateful afternoon I made it to that bakery or I found excuses to go by there. Each time the lady would grin and say, “I don’t have to ask. One cheesecake?”

Me: “Hmm…yes.”

All fine and good. Cheesecake alone is not going to bring my world down. I’m still fine on all other fronts as far as willpower is concerned I had thought. What I didn’t know is that WILLPOWER is a learned thing and when one thing crumbles, the other parts get shaky. Anyway, I was invited to a friend’s place for coffee and cake. Yes, you guessed it. He had cheesecake and not just any cheesecake. He said it was the best in the land. I politely refused but he insisted. I tried a small piece and put my by now non-existent willpower on the line. I raised that dessert fork filled with creamy cherry filled cheesecake to my mouth and tasted it. The portals opened and I heard, “Hallelujah! Hallelujah!” It was sumptuous, delicious and mouth-wateringly good! I had two pieces and as my WILLPOWER cowered in the corner somewhere all but forgotten, “I asked, “Can you get me a whole cake the next time you go to that bakery?” He grinned and said, “YES!” My eyes glistened with joy but my willpower screamed, “I GIVE UP!”

“Strength is the ability to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands and then eat just one of those pieces.” Unknown

I was there once. Hell, I could even say “No chocolate for me please.” However, chocolates are not cheesecake and to prove a point, the friend brought me the cheesecake I had asked for. It was beautifully packed and when he opened it carefully, I saw my ‘nemesis’ staring back at me. It didn’t know I was putty in its hands. To make a long story short, I had two pieces and it was scrumptious. Then I noticed all the other pieces mouthing, “Eat me too!”

“Rule your mind, or it will rule you.” Unknown

It’s time to break the cycle and to send my cheesecake fetish packing! I shut the cake box, put it in the fridge and made myself some green tea. It’s supposed to be healthy. Tomorrow, I will walk an extra mile in the fields AND I will train my WILLPOWER to heel when it’s told to heel!”

“It will hurt. It will take time. It will require dedication. It will require willpower. You will need to make healthy decisions. It requires sacrifice. You will need to push your body to its max. There will be temptation. But, I promise you when you reach your goal, it’s worth it.” Unknown

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY.