can’t stop at one

I don’t really like to follow “elimination diet” rules. It’s anxiety-inducing for me. Instead I eat the foods that make me feel good. And sometimes eat the foods that don’t make me feel good because they taste. That. Damn. Good. (i.e. mint chocolate chip ice cream, Boom Chicka Pop Kettle Corn, etc.)

Moderation isn’t much of a struggle for me with most things. But, and this is a huge BUTT, there are some things that I cannot even have one of. I just have to say “no” to. They’re not worth the agony. And I’m about to fess up about one of them. (I really don’t want to because I want to keep eating entire packages of this food while grocery shopping.) Okay, here goes… dried mango from Trader Joe’s. There, I said it. Dammit!

 

this is about to be inhaled

this is about to be inhaled

 

It’s binge-fest 1999 when I open a bag. The stuff makes me crazy. It’s like cocaine (I bet) and I just can’t stop. I do eventually stop, but only when the bag runs out. And then I go right into internal negotiations about what I need from Trader Joe’s that will give me an excuse to go back and buy another bag of dried mango stat. It’s cray. Or maybe I’m cray? Nobody knows. Regardless, the mango is not worth it. It’s where I draw the line.

Now, I realize that I am talking about unsweetened, dried (often organic) mango. You could argue that I should stop buying dark chocolate (how dare you?!) before I kick dried mango to the curb. But you’re wrong. Very wrong, especially if the dark chocolate is sprinkled with sea salt. There’s something in that mango that makes me act frantic. Like I just have to eat it. All of it. And not share any with my children. “Mine!”

I remember discovering this phenomenon in my tweens. I was at my Grandma and Papa’s house for Christmas dinner. My Grandma made a few packages of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls. You know the ones. And I ate about half of them. And my brother probably ate the other half because they’re his jam too. Soon after, I was laying on the couch telling myself not to puke. Overload. But, in the moment I just couldn’t stop at one.

So, from that point on, I had to stop at zero. Never again will I eat a crescent roll. And neither will my poor children, because our’s is a crescent roll-free household.

Other such things I’ve sworn off of: Oreo’s (or any derivative), dark chocolate covered pretzels, the crust of the apple pie at Costco and Pirate’s Booty. Technically, I’ve never tasted Pirate’s Booty. But I have a sneaking suspicion that it will be one of those addictive things for me and I would hate to deprive my kids of the occasional Pirate Booty fest just because, “Yo Mama can’t deal.”

Now, I want to know – how are you with moderation? Do you, like me, find it easy with some things and impossible with others? Do you just have to draw the line with some foods? Or are you just that lucky to take a few nibbles of dried mango and stop at that?

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    Andrea H
    11/14/2016 at 10:35 pm

    This is exactly why I don’t buy chips, and I never bake cookies. Moderation is not my strong suit.

    I’ll never look at crescent rolls the same!

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