Multi-grain blue berry pancakes are my new drug

Lest you think I’m a recovering addict my old drug was French Toast. Most mornings I go with scrambled eggs or a bowl of Cheerios and fresh fruit, but when I crave something with a little more personality I’m drawn to those pancakes. Actually, it’s singular. I order just one. I don’t know what it’s like where you live, but here (and I think most of North America) ordering pancakes results in about two pounds of breakfast which is more than I can eat. There was a time in the not too distant past where I would have made a valiant (some might say idiotic) attempt to eat everything put before me and rolled out of the diner a wafer-thin mint away from exploding. Now, I am actually able to just say no.

All things chocolate, however, have yet to be tamed.

  1. paulliver

    No longer ordering dessert was my big will power story. My father no longer makes French toast (the best in the world) or pancakes; he has diabetes. As a result, I don’t remember the last time I had them either. When we go out for breakfast, I don’t want to rub it in, so I don’t order them. Besides, I want to lose weight, too.

    • admin

      Congratulations. I know how hard it is. I had lunch with a friend today and we talked about the fight against dessert. Growing up, dinner was never complete until we had dessert. That was fine when I was still growing, but my metabolism isn’t what it used to be. I’ve focused on portion control and eating until I’m satisfied as opposed to feeling full, and that gives me room for a small dessert…sometimes. The more I’ve gone without eating dessert the more I find I can live with out it, which is quite a shock. Chocolate remains a demon I haven’t conquered, but my ability to say no is improving one day at a time.


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