Anything and everything I feel like talking about. Middle-aged mom and wife trying to figure out life, love, food, happiness, and how to tie a shoelace properly. (Check out my author site at http://margaretlocke.com)
Sunday, March 14, 2010
We have resorted to the M&M system to "help" Ellie get potty-trained. It's working better than having no reward, although the amount of underwear I'm still cleaning out testifies that so far it's far from fool-proof. The hardest thing for me, however, is that as I reward Ellie with M&M's, I've started rewarding myself. A few M&M's for mommy won't hurt, right? Only a) now I want them all the time, and b) they break our "no artificial anything" eating plan I'm supposed to be following. And they've made me rebellious on both fronts: I'm now trying to convince myself I can handle a little milk chocolate (previous binge experience shows me I can't), and that eating a little bit of artificial stuff isn't a problem (but the cravings it has set up and my subsequent trip through the Hardee's drive-thru yesterday reveals the truth).
I so wish I didn't have these food issues, this sugar and chocolate addiction, this inability to control my eating of certain things. But I do. Perhaps a small sign that I'm growing up a little bit is my willingness to admit it, AND to abstain from those things. So I've gotta give up the M&M's. At least until Easter.