A lot has changed around here since The Mister's diabetes diagnosis.
We're eating healthy foods - lots of fruits and vegetables. We've found several new recipes that are tasty and good for us.
Despite all of these positive changes, I am left wanting. I feel neglected and lustful.
At night, as I sit alone in the semi-darkness, my thoughts turn dark, and I search out Web sites to satisfy my urges.
I feel ashamed of my lust, my dark lust. Mmmmm, baby.
I listen for The Mister's footsteps, so I can close the page I'm viewing, guilty.
My desires feel almost pornographic...
Cake. Brownies. Cookies, oh my.
I want to get down and dirty, and bake these sinful treats:
I know all about Splenda and whole wheat/alternate flours, and how I can make desserts that are within The Mister's daily carb count. The problem lies in portion control - there's no way any of us would stop at one serving of these delicious desserts.
Sigh...no relief from my lust. I remain unsatisfied and frustrated and yearning.
Maybe if I sneak out of the house for a quick cupcake fix?