Last evening after having a healthy dinner of grilled chicken and fresh tomatoes, I decided to take a walk. I needed to deliver some fresh tomatoes to my daughter, along with clean diapers for my grandson ( he wears cloth ones).
Once we arrived, my daughter walks outside with " heart attack by Savannah". My granddaughter had made cinnamon monkey bread with cream cheese, chocolate chips and cinnamon rolls. Of course since my granddaughter had made it, I took it home. I had no intention of eating it.
Later my granddaughter called to ask me how it tasted. I told her I hadn't tried it yet. I figured that instead of lying and just throwing it out I would have a small bite. Big mistake, huge unbelievable mistake. Death by cinnamon, butter, brown sugar, cream cheese and chocolate. Not the " oh my goodness I have died and gone to heaven "feeling. The feeling of "what did you just do to your stomach" feeling. My body is still punishing me for putting sugar back into my system. I can't sleep, I don't want to move and I am in physical pain.
I need to drink lots of water today to flush my system. I love my granddaughter but I need to learn to take a stand as this pain isn't worth keeping her in the dark. Strange thing is my granddaughter made something she couldn't eat because she wanted to surprise me, I think it was a sabotage by her mom so I wouldn't lose weight.
I learned a lesson, next time I will gift her sweets to my neighbor.