We’re an indulgent society aren’t we? We binge eat, binge drink, binge watch ourselves in to addiction, obesity, diabetes, loneliness and isolation. When it comes to indulgence, we don’t do anything half-assed. We save the sloppy for the big things, the things that really matter. Things like personal relationships, jobs/careers and responsibilities will often get thrown by the wayside to make room for some of our dark indulgences..
I’m going to tell you about one of mine…
A few years back… wait… it’s been a decade. Where does the time go? Anyway, a decade ago, my aunt gave me 2 dozen homemade shortbread cookies. It was Christmas, and she knew they were my favorite. Christmas Eve I found my self watching the old 1951 black and white A Christmas Carol starring Alastair Sim, alone, an annual tradition of mine- when I realize I’ve eaten all 2 dozen cookies. I had purchased some shortbreads from the store earlier not realizing I would get these homemade ones, so I found those and I ate them too.
This was not, and wouldn’t be my last rodeo battling shortbread addiction.
Years prior, I visited my mother in Ontario for the holidays. In anticipation of my arrival, she baked 4 dozen shortbread cookies. I ate them all. Myself. True story. I couldn’t shit for a week. Since the counter on which they enticingly sat was a mere foot step and a hop away from the bathroom door, I would grab one or 2 on my way. Each time I passed that alluring plate, I would grab 1 or 2. I would wake up in the morning with ghost crumbs on my face and pillow without recollection of having eaten cookies.
This remains a battle to this day. Every holiday season I simply MUST have shortbread cookies. I’ve seen myself counting coins out at home only to rush to the store to buy the in-store baked shortbreads. They’re not as good. Must be missing the love. They’re made with minimum wage resentment instead of love. Not the same at all.
My lust for the sweets doesn’t end there. It also extends to cakes, pies, loaves, donuts, flaky pastries, cupcakes and squares. (I like to eat)
I’ve baked and iced chocolate cakes only to eat the entire thing myself in 2 days.
My inner “Sweets Whore” has no personal time clock. She will covet a slice of that chocolate cake your sister in law made at 3 am. She doesn’t care if everyone’s asleep. She will make you eat cheesecake in your underwear over the sink at midnight like some kind of sugar fiending Gollum. No shame.
In recent years, I have been diagnosed with a wheat/gluten intolerance. Now when I eat baked goods I inflame. I swell in my hands, eyes, feet and legs. I get eczema patches and rashes all over my body and face, particularly my eyes. I get furiously tired, unfocused and scatterbrained.
Well played God. Well played.
I think you’ve had enough cookies my child.
What about pie?
It’s going to be challenging going home this year for Christmas. There’s always delicious food and homemade things everywhere. I have to stay away because I can’t take the consequences anymore. It’s hard to really enjoy that cake when you know that the next day, you’re going to fully understand why dogs bum scoot on carpets.. Yeah… that’s a symptom of wheat allergy/gluten intolerance.
I must stay strong. I can do this.
Are you addicted to sweets?
Do you have a wheat allergy or gluten intolerance?
Live Humbly, Be Charitable, Live Graciously,
Addcted to sugar https://goqii.com/blog/are-you-craving-for-sugar/
Woman looking at donuts https://www.rodalewellness.com/weight-loss/4-reasons-youre-addicted-to-sweets
Shortbread cookies http://www.cbc.ca/food/recipes/recipe-shortbread-cookies