I can hear it from the other room, I swear it is calling my name.
The little, white angel on my left shoulder whispering too, simply saying “no….”
The tiny red guy with horns saying in my right ear, “go for it.”
My mind, terribly conflicted as the t.v. talks in the background too.
So many messages as a commercial comes on, images of delicious things.
I tell myself that I’m so comfortable sitting here, I don’t want to get up again anyway.
I sink farther into the sofa, attempting to curtail my thoughts.
But it’s just SO good. Who said that?
I glance over into the kitchen, the big, white box mocking me.
I’m not that far, it taunts.
But I resist, pretending I am strapped to the furniture, like a mental patient.
Suddenly I’m angry with myself.
Why did I buy that anyway?
The little devil took over at the market. He made me do it.
It just looked so tasty. I barely remember my hand gently placing it in the grocery cart.
But I’ve tasted it. I know its goodness. And I want more.
Just then I hear the door and I’m thrust out of my thoughts.
My problem now solved.
Hey babe, how was your day?
Good, how was yours? He places a kiss on my lips. Wonder if he tastes it.
Pretty good. I say.
Did you save me some dessert?
I did! There’re a few bites in there for you.
I am so proud.
I wrote this for The Red Dress Club prompt: Tell the story (without any trivialization or modesty) of something in your life that you are proud of. And well, I’m always proud of myself when I don’t eat ALL the dessert. 
Love this!
I’m proud of you, too. That is a war I usually lose. What boxes on the counter are my downfall. Especially if whatever is inside has icing or cream cheese . . .
Who amongst us can’t fully relate to that? GREAT story!
LOL! You’re not alone in that struggle!
This was really a fun read. I thought your inner dialogue of not wanting to get up and then progressing to imagining yourself chained down was a great way to describe the inner wave of temptation.
I love that the hubs is the salvation from eating too much dessert, what a win-win!
That was really well written! And I completely relate by the way. Desserts. Sigh.
Atta girl! I am finding that the temptation is less and less because I feel like crap after I eat crap!
Oh my goodness. How many times have I had this internal war? More than I care to admit. Good for you for resisting.
lol I love this, your inner thoughts were so well written, and no swear words!! Well done. I’m rarely that strong when the little red guy calls.
I am always proud of myself for that too! Its such a hard thing to do!
I love the way you did the temptation/will story telling. And YAY for staying “angelic!”
You should be SO proud. I can’t tell you how familiar this story is to me, except I don’t have as much will power as you do! I struggle all the time with my diet and losing weight. I’m on Atkins again, then WW, then Atkins, etc. It’s the one thing that I have never blogged about, you know? It’s like my own private battle!
Oh I love this. I wish I could just lock up the kitchen completely during the day.
i know that pride
good for you girl.
Haha! I love that! I can relate.
I am on a “Just say no to sweets” kick right now. I am trying to see if I will want them less if I just don’t eat them at all! It’s the only darn way I will ever see a size 8 again anyway!
I was literally laughing as I read this. I so feel you on this one!
Whenever I have eaten healthy for the day and start thinking about sweets after dinner, I have to pep talk myself into staying away from the kitchen!