Skip to main content

Girl Meets Cake

Note: I wrote this on May 22nd and have just sucked at posting it. Do the time warp with me! ;-)

I've never met a piece of cake I couldn't destroy. You didn't think I acquired my shapely legs and Kardashian--esque tush from eating salads, did you?

Anywho, I finally met my undoing. 

Even worse? I *made* that cake. It was a german chocolate cake I made for a friend's surprise birthday party, and sweet baby Jesus it was *rich*. That's coming from a girl who used to be able to eat reckless amounts of sugar without blinking twice. 

I cut the Bearded Wonder and I smaller pieces (though still kinda mighty; I put some time into this cake and was determined to enjoy this indulgence!), and ~6 bites or so in, I just couldn't do it… The rich chocolate frosting compounded with the super sweet german chocolate frosting…. I waved my little fork in defeat and left 1/2 my piece untouched. 

I'm not sure that's ever happened to me before. 

So we're about 2.5 weeks into our no sugar/caffeine/processed food thang, and your goofy Redhead has lost 9 pounds! Woohoo! I've had a few little things of sugar here and there, but it's definitely been more normal quantities: 1 cup of sweetened iced coffee, 1 cookie, 2 pieces of white bread, a margarita, tortilla chips… But each of those happened on different days. Honestly I'm not feeling bloated and gross like I was before. I feel full without being uncomfortable. I'm able to sleep less (as I'm apt to do when stressed) and not be exhausted the entire day. I'm yawning less, I'm less moody… It's amazing what cutting this crap out has done for me. =) 

We're currently on our way to Canada (as in I'm typing this in the car and will upload later. =P), and we've already talked about stuff we're going to do once we get up there for food and what have you. So we're going to enjoy ourselves, but not go crazy with sugary drinks and desserts. I'm pretty excited! I feel like this could be  new time in our lives where we're eating better than before. =) 

So that's me! How are you all doing? 

xo
A Redhead

P.S.- I haven't lifted a weight or gone to the gym since this started. Case and point that diet means more than exercise (though exercise is still very important).

P.S.S.- Don't confuse the post title with the website of my faaaaaabulous baker friend who made our wedding cake. She's here, if you're interested. ;) 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Shame Eating

I found the above image on the interwebs and it always makes me laugh. All.the.time. It's kinda true though, right? IF you've ever had any kind of food addiction then you know the sweet sweet embrace of "one more" handful of kettle corn (ahem), or "one more" piece of bread, or whatever.

I was joking with my co-worker that I might as well be shame eating out of the Costco-sized bag of Kettle corn on my counter in the dark, licking the sweet and salty remnants off my fingers. That I can't be trusted alone with it. That I grab a bigger-than-small bowl and PILE it up, lamenting the few rogue pieces that make it to the floor.

Another colleague overheard us and said she used to do that with angel food cake. She would sit it on the passenger side and just drive, picking at the fluffy confection. I know a girl who could knock out an entire family size container of Sara Lee pound cake.

So friends, those are a few confessions. Using the powers of anonymity that y…

Frustrations & Fertility

The Bearded Wonder and I got married on a sunny Saturday afternoon in September 2013. Barring a few minor hiccups, the day was pretty perfect. Per the (unfortunate) societal norms, people started asking questions like "So, next comes baby, right?" or "When are you guys going to start popping out kids?". 
Between me, you, and the Internet, I was a virgin when I got married so I was in ZERO rush to start having kids. I wanted to enjoy being married for awhile, hopefully travel, and just settle in to living with this person I'd never lived with before. 
It's funny to me now, looking back on those first few years. The Bearded Wonder had some job transitions which led to some tight finances. We got by (not without help), but I was in a constant state of fear that I'd get pregnant. We were just floating with the 2 of us, but adding a baby in the mix? Yikes. Definitely not the right time. I remember calling my best friend in a panic, "I'm craving hot…

Body Image & All That Jazz

This is a post I've been mulling over for a couple of days and thinking of how to approach. It's been prompted because people keep picking up on little nuggets in the blog and asking me questions, so I thought I might as well address everything here in an honest and factual manner. It's about to get real up in here, so grab a snuggie and some ice cream water and let's see what happens.

This may be a trigger post, so feel free to skip the red text below 
to the happier, more positive green text. =) 
I suppose the best place to start is with my eating disorder.

Well, "under control" eating disorder is more appropriate.
Anyone who's ever had an eating disorder of any variety knows that it never really goes away. You learn to overcome it 98% of the time, but with the occasional yearn for your former vice or the even more rare slip back into bad habits.

I became bulimic when I was about 16, and we had a fast and heavy kind of relationship. I remember watching a L…