Happy Friday everyone,
I was having lunch with my sister today, when right after we were done, I really wanted something sweet and she didn’t have the time to get dessert with me.
So I tried all the alternatives: chewing gum, eating an orange, having a tic tac…nothing worked.
Ed was practicaclly shoving those things in my face telling me that they counted as dessert, when really, let’s be honest, they didn’t count for anything but boringness. Pure and utter boringness. (I am not sure if boringness is a word, but let’s say it is for the sake of this post).
I sat in my car for about 10 minutes thinking about what to do, and then I just decided it: I was driving myself to the bakery to get a dessert, hopefully a brownie because that’s what I was craving.
It didn’t matter that it was after lunch, it didn’t matter that it was not a Saturday or Sunday and it didn’t matter that it wasn’t part of my meal plan or that it wasn’t snack time yet.
I was just going to do it.
So I walked into the bakery and to my surprise, all the good stuff was practically gone. I really wanted a brownie but I didn’t see any left. Maybe this was because it was 3 p.m on a Friday, I am not sure.
But then I saw this perfectly beautiful brownie pop covered in edible flowers and it just was asking me to buy it.
So I bought it. No box, no bag necessary–I was going to eat it right then.
I’m not ready to eat dessert alone out in public yet, and I even told the cashier the brownie pop was for someone else…why I did that, I am not sure. That was most definitly Ed talking. So needles to say, it wasn’t a perfect bakery visit but it was 97% there. I am OK with that.
So anyway, I went back to my car, put on the radio and sat and ate that delicious brownie pop.
By the way, a brownie pop is a brownie on a stick. I am not sure about other places in the world, but here in LA, anything on a stick is the “it” thing right now.
Brownie pops, cake pops, rice crispy treats on a stick..we have it all.
So it was just me and my brownie pop happily enjoying each others company.
And the best thing is, while Ed might have been with me while I was talking to the cashier in the bakery, he was definitely not with me when I was eating that brownie pop.
I think this was actually the first brownie pop I’ve ever had.
Today was a great day in recovery because I listened to myself instead of Ed and I didn’t let Ed guilt trip me after I was done eating. This doesn’t happen often, so when it does, I am truly grateful.
I mean…I drove myself to a bakery because I wanted a brownie…how much more recovery can one day have?
Hello to many more brownie pops..cake pops…and whatever other pops that I may want to try and