Behold thee, good sir, the thigh

Did anyone know that there is such a thing as a thigh lift? I had no idea! Of course, I also was unaware, until many months ago that you could get plastic surgery on your knees! Interesting! Today is Mothers Day, a pretty nice one, if I do say so. My mother was in town with us on MD for the first time in 4 years, I think. Visits, calls to all maternal units abounded. I want cake! Mom's friend gave Megan 2 big pieces of chocolate cake to take home with her. They smelled really good and while getting her a piece, I really wanted one. But she knew how much cake was in the bag, so I was sort of screwed on my initial plan to sneak some cake out. Easy solution! We (honestly) needed dog food and I needed a few things from the store, juice, etc. "I'm going to the store!" I called. "Well I can go..." M offered, in an attempt, unknown to him, to screw up my sugary OD plans. Why is everything against me today!?!?!?! "No, I've got it!" I said, out the door before another protest could be uttered. In the car, I suddenly remembered that the local ice cream place was giving away from Strawberry Shortcakes for Mothers Day. Woo Hoo! I began to lie to myself instantly. I'll have the free SS (which is really not that big) and then go home after getting dog food. But I knew what I was going to do. Why do I even try to lie? Free SS, followed by 2-3 items of sugar from the store and then a sneaking binge for the rest of the night. Did I really think I was that stupid that I would buy this whole "1 Strawberry shortcake and that's all?" So I got in line. 2 people in front of me. Waiting, waiting. And I looked down. Down at my thigh. My left thigh, encased in some jeans. And it didn't look 1/2 bad, this thigh. It's never going to be perfect, it's never going to be tiny. But it's not huge. It's certainly significantly smaller than 2 years ago. I just stared at it and kept thinking "This thing is really pretty cool!". My HP did me a solid and made sure no one pulled in behind me. So I was able to back out and drive to the store, where I proceeded to buy only the things I needed, all of which are on my food plan. I came home, had my dinner and began making things for the coming week. Did I feel deprived? Maybe a little, but nothing too bad. Do I feel proud of myself? I'm not sure. Maybe I should. Or maybe I can just chalk it up to a good moment on a good day and move onto the next challenge. Like figuring out my love life! More on that later...