I'm currently obsessed with all things coconut. I love the smell, the texture, and the flavor. I realize it's strange to love coconut so much. This week, I indulge in coconut cake and then, as if that weren't enough to ruin my weight-loss plan, I must have coconut ice-cream.
Last night, I actually dream of eating coconut cream pie.
This morning at church, I ask the ladies for their help in managing my coconut addiction. It's a horrible thing to love: even in just one small cup of the stuff, I'm eating so many calories and fat that it's hard to justify.
I actually pray about this.
Later, I'm out running errands with my daughter, and we're about to stop for a fun treat. Immediately, I imagine us eating coconut cake, and I know just where to get some. Instead, my daughter asks for a treat in the form of crafts: new markers that you can twist and blend together.
I'm stuck longing for that fluffy white coconut confection that I won't be getting.
I have to find some coconut, or I just might die.
In the craft store, my daughter points to a rack of candy. Small and unassuming, a package of tiny coconut candies from Belgium sits. Because of portion size, this coconut treat represents a reasonable, low calorie, and remarkably low-fat little treat.
Back in the car, I have just one, and I'm satisfied.
Living with flair means I have to remember that I don't need to gobble the whole cake or scoop out mounds of ice cream. I can find healthy alternatives in small portions. When the craving hits, I know what to do.
That leaves me time to get to the good stuff: drawing pictures with my daughter's new blending markers.
Journal: I've learned in my Weight Watcher's meetings about "substitutions" for my favorite unhealthy snacks. Instead of potato chips, I can grab a healthy substitution like air-popped popcorn or pretzels. What "substitutions" can I make for other unhealthy food, thoughts, or behaviors?