One of the reasons we chose the "eating plan" that we're on is because we can still eat bacon. I love bacon. I love it with eggs. And crumbled over potatoes. And on pizza. And wrapped around a roast. And in a creamy sauce. And on toast with raspberry jam (don't knock it till you've tried it!). And in salad. I pretty much love it with everything, so it surprises me to say this, but I'm getting a little sick of it. Not sick of eating it so much, as sick of smelling it. Our entire house is permeated with the smell of bacon. I guess that's what happens when you are cooking it at least once, and sometimes twice, a day.
It's bad. I went to get Growly Bear out of our room after her nap the other day (her crib is still in our bedroom) and I opened the door, and then smell of bacon hit me! That means my bedding must smell like bacon, but I'm so used to it, I don't even know! Ew!
When I was at work yesterday, I hung my jacket up in the coat closet, which happens to be right by the kitchen. When I walked by it a few hours later to get a cup of coffee, the smell of bacon hit me. I thought it was a little weird, as there's no stove top to cook bacon on at work, and then I realized, it was OLD bacon smell, and it was my jacket! Ew again!
I think I might be like that person who drank too much at the party last night and has tequila or vodka or some stinky hard liquor emanating from their pours! (Not that I've ever had that happen after a girls night out, or a friends Christmas party, or just a regular Thursday night at home!) But instead of the smell of old booze seeping out of me, I think it might be old bacon! Again, Ew!
The other thing about bacon is that it's salty. The thing about salt, is that it makes me want chocolate. Well, honestly everything makes me want chocolate, but after I have a salty snack, I always want chocolate extra badly! Two nights ago my chocolate craving was making me mean, so I goggles some low carb chocolate snacks. I came up with an imitation "truffle" kinda thing that looked pretty good. It had cream cheese, heavy cream, vanilla, some of that Splenda cr*p (ew!), and a teeeeeeeeny amount of unsweetened chocolate. I hate Splenda, but I was desperate, so I decided to give it a try. Once I made them though (all 6 teeny tiny little mouthfuls, which I shared with my hubby), I realized all those other ingredients kinda masked the flavor of the chocolate, and the gross Splenda left a nasty taste in my mouth! Disappointing indeed! I still made them two night in a row though because it was better then nothing.
Last night, the hubbs asked me to make them for a third time. Because I'm a good wife, I only sneered at him for a few seconds telling him he could go do it himself, before I dragged my lazy butt off the couch and went to make them. I quickly discovered that we were out of unsweetened chocolate though! My helpful husband went into my baking cupboard and pulled out the semi-sweet chocolate instead. I explained to him that we weren't allowed to have that. He grinned at me though his cute little sideways smile, and somehow he twisted my rubber arm and got me to make them using the no-no chocolate instead. He also somehow managed to talk me into making a double batch! He's like the voice of my non existent willpower, but instead of coming from some deep dark place within me, it stands there and looks me in the eye with a cute little smirk! If I can't say no to it when it's ugly and on the inside, how can I say no to it when it's adorable and grinning at me on the outside!
So, I made the unsatisfying little chocolate'ish things (which were slightly better with real sugar, but still not chocolatey enough for my craving) and we sat there and ate both batches like starving people who hadn't eaten a meal in the last 6 weeks. And then I felt guilty, and still horribly unsatisfied, because all I really want is like an entire Toblarone to myself! Or a box of Oreos! Or a great big chocolate cupcake with chocolate butter cream icing! Or a chocolate milk shake! Or that leftover homemade pumpkin ice cream that's been hiding in the back of the freezer since our "eating plan" started! Or a great big slice of thick crusted pizza! Or some Chinese Food! Wait... what was I talking about?
Anywho, my bedroom, along with the rest of my house, stinks. So does my jacket. And me. And I gained a pound from eating disappointing, chocolate'ish "treats" last night. I better see some results when I step on that scale tomorrow morning, cuz this chocoholic chubby girl is at the end of her oh-so-short willpower rope!
I'm going to go drink some tea now as I try not to think about that Coffee Crisp that I threw into the back of the pantry the other day.
Love and Hugs