Last night, while sitting on the couch, I was perusing my collection of dessert recipes on my tablet. I was looking for keto or low carb desserts that I would be interested in making for my upcoming alone weekend. Of course, there are also many, many non-keto desserts I’d collected from before. Most with pictures. My husband joined me on the couch and asked, isn’t that pure torture for yourself to look at those desserts and not have them?
I explained to him, I still like looking at the pictures, because they are pretty, but when I see past the pictures and think of the ingredients, all I think is how poisonous those desserts are, with their flour, sugar, flour, brown sugar, flour, repeat. I no longer think how good they might taste because they actually make me sick. I told him that I now view desserts the same way I view alcohol: poison to the body. The only thing that I do feel is a memory of how they once did taste good, and I enjoyed them for too long of my life.