Out the Door.

Frosting that is. Yup. I threw a jar of frosting out my front door. Literally opened my front door and threw it outside onto my lawn.

I bought it for a cake I made New years eve, and I didn't use it. So it was in my cupboard until last night when I opened it and had two spoon fulls. Tracked it after in my WW book.

Than today after eating lunch I wanted something sweet to snack on while watching the Bachelor on Hulu during the boys nap. Yes I love the Bachelor/Bachelorette. [Something about watching 31 people fight on a show to find what I already have with my husband.. is fun. Yes they be gorgeous and fit, but they don't have a man.]

I really wanted Kettlecorn. Disappointed when I realized it was all gone. I need groceries.. badly. No, still haven't gone.

Opened the fridge, saw the frosting. Said 'NO'. Warmed up some strawberries which I intended to eat with Free Cool Whip, but then I discovered I was out of that too. So I gave in and warmed some frosting and ate it with the strawberries. Went to my WW journal and tracked it.

Mad at myself, and the frosting... I wanted it gone. But throwing it in the trash isn't enough...so I took the jar, opened my front door, and chucked it outside into my front yard where it landed on the lawn. I smiled. I felt powerful. I felt liberated. Wow.

Even though I was stuffed from lunch and the frosting and I didn't want it at that moment.. I knew soon it would tempt me again. [and I hate wasting food, so I am hoping a very hungry person walking by on a long journey will find it and eat it].

My neighbors probably think I am crazy, and my mailman just walked past it and wondered what is was doing there, and my husband may be confused when he gets home. But it doesn't matter...I choose frosting out the door instead of in my mouth. Whoot! You should try it.

Love,
The Curvy Housewife