I really want a cupcake. Not any run of the mill baked good, but one from the specialty cupcake bakery up the road. One with chocolate cake, a chocolate ganache filling and a thick, fudgy swirl of chocolate buttercream frosting. Peanut butter and chocolate would be good too.
I thought about stopping in to buy one on my way home from work but I resisted, mostly because I was in a time crunch. I had to get to the sheriff’s office before five to turn over my drugs.
Ha! Made you think, didn’t I? 😀 Our Sheriff’s Department provides a collection service for prescription meds that are left over. I had pill bottles with meds from as far back as 2007. I’m not big on taking pain meds one pill longer than necessary so I never used up all that were prescribed after my gall bladder surgery, my carpal tunnel surgery, or my painful dental procedures. I also had leftovers of the meds that I used to have to take to control my cholesterol, blood pressure and blood sugar. Clearly my medicine cabinet lacked for space, but this morning I bagged everything up and dropped it off tonight.
Back to the cupcakes. I don’t know why I intensely long for one tonight. There’s been some stress in the day, but nothing mind-shattering. I’m busy, but no more than my normal rate of hectic work load. Maybe it’s hormonal. Maybe I just want a freaking sugar and carb-laden cupcake for no discernible reason other than I. Want. One.
I’ve made a bargain with myself. As soon as I hit “Publish” on this post, I’m heading out for a Zumba class. When I’m done dancing off 800-900 calories, if I still want the damned cupcake so much, I will give myself permission to go to the bakery and buy one. Honestly, even if I eat dinner, with the Zumba workout, I will still be well beneath my daily allotment of calories. I won’t be able to eat an entire cupcake, so I still won’t have overeaten.
However, I am willing to bet, or at least hope, that after putting out the effort to Zumba, I’ll decide the cupcake just isn’t worth it.
I will report back in a couple of hours.
Weighty Matters 
I feel like sometimes, when you give yourself permission to indulge, it actually makes it easier to say “enh, I’m good.” Instead of fighting it, you let go, and it makes everything easier.
Of course, I had a leftover cupcake tonight. :p I didn’t finish it, though!
Mary,
Whatever you choose; to have or have not, I support you. It is your decision to make.
I know that you will give it much thought. You know, the pros and cons then you will make the right decision. You know the one that when you look in the mirror later you say to yourself “That was the right thing to do. Good for you, Self”
(I’m trying to be funny here.) oxox
Holly
Thanks, Holly. Having skipped the cupcake, I’m feeling sort of virtuous and pleased. It’s good to know that everyone would have supported me if I’d indulged!
The high energy workout killed the desire for the cupcake. You’re right, Skye. I could have had it because I don’t eat them often. I originally really wanted it, but in the end I honestly changed my mind. I’m happier tonight because I didn’t give in to the craving!
I vote for getting the cupcake anyway. 🙂 Because you don’t usually do that sort of thing anymore and it’s because you just want it. I look forward to your update!