(I'm not sure what happened... I thought I posted this last night, June 3, but I logged on and found it still sitting here.)
I went to a graduation party for one of my nieces...a great-niece actually. How did I get old enough to have great nieces and nephews graduating from high school?
They served pizza, breadsticks, salad, and watermelon (oh, and dessert, but that's not a temptation to me). First, I circled the serving counter, checking on the choices. Then I selected a small portion of pizza, ignored the breadsticks, dished up a bunch of salad, and had some watermelon.
Watermelon is a bit dangerous for me, since I could eat a ton of that sweet, juicy, fruit if I let myself. Even though I eat fruit, I have to keep it to small portions in order to avoid triggering cravings.
The pizza gave me the most problem. I love pizza. I wanted so badly to keep eat, eat, eating pizza. It called out to me repeatedly, and I nearly answered that call several times. I was already full, but found myself by the counter, reaching for another slice, and even staring at the breadsticks thinking maybe I should eat some of those too, but I walked away. Whew! That was close!