This last weekend, while in Charleston, there were just too many goodies. And on the way out of town, we happened upon a sweet shop.
Isn't the courtyard dreamy? Who could pass it up? Not I. So we stopped--just to look.
But then they had those cupcakes with sprinkles! You know I'm a sucker for sprinkles.
I don't mean to be misleading. I'd eaten about a sweet a day during the entire weekend. Tuesday, I was really good. Back on the wagon. All day. Not an ounce of sugar. But then...
Mr. F. flew his new bird for the first time. You must understand, he's been training for this new machine, and he's been attempting the flight since mid last week. But every time there was maintenance required or bad weather or maintenance required. So, he'd been anticipating this flight for a solid week. And today he flew! And everything went swimmingly!
So I baked a cake and gave him a card. Just as a happy. And it turned out fabulous!
When he came home, he found the cake and said, "What's this?"
And I said, "Oreo Cake! Because you are the best pilot around."
And he said, "But we can't have sugar." {how awesome that he, in solidarity with me and Fünf, refuses sweets too.}
And I said, "But today's special. You flew! And you're home in one piece!"
And he said, "How do you find a way to make every day special? And to you, special equals sugar."
Here, I just started crying. Partly because I was sad we didn't get to eat the cake. But also because I realized that when thinking of a way to create a little happy for Mr. F., I always think of sweets. Perhaps because I rack my brain for the happiest small thing he could walk in the door to find, and I would spin giddy over sweets. So, I was crying because I couldn't get past what I wanted. And therefore, I couldn't think of what he would want.
ugh.
I tried to explain all that. And he said the happiest thing he could find when he walked in the door was me. I'm his happy. what? How am I so lucky.
But the point is: I need help--with the sugar thing and with thinking outside myself.
The sugar thing: I've decided to start a food journal. Hopefully, this will keep me focused on 100 grams of protein and all the other true goodies, and not on the sugar goodies.
The thinking outside myself thing: ideas? Other than the obvi. Seriously. When you want to treat someone or celebrate an achievement, what do you do? I'd love to hear non-food ways to happiness.
All that was yesterday. Before bed, we had a piece of cake. And Mr. F. took the rest with him to work today. And I'm starting anew: Protien-focused. Vegi-focused. Fruit-focused. Fünf-loving. And my antenna are up for the little things that make people around me happy.
