Bunnies, Eggs and Peeps, Oh my!

Happy Chocolate Bunnies, Colored Eggs, and Peeps Day!

My parents have a tradition that has lasted well.. for 23 years so far. Every year my parents give me an Easter Basket filled with chocolate bunnies, peeps, cadbury eggs. You name it, it's in there. I recieved a basket earlier this week when my parents visited me. I've gotten the same speech every year "We don't care if it's silly, but it's what we like to do for you."  The irony of it all is had my appointment for getting back on Phentermine the same day I received my basket.  So, I literally have a small pink basket filled with a chocolate bunny, robin's eggs, peeps, cadbury eggs, gum, etc that I have not touched.   Does this mean I'm going to give this basket to my parents because I'm on a diet? No.

In fact, seeing that basket of chocolately, sugary goodness is a motivator.

I have always been the emotional eater type, and I always went for the chocolate (and sometimes everything else). Everytime there was any sort of chocolate around me I would give in to temptation and binge on it. I realized when I recieved that basket that I am a better person than what I made myself to be. Maybe it was an epiphany because the idea of when getting upset having a piece of chocolate, or a scoop of ice cream just sounds so silly now!  Does that mean from now when something happens that turns my world upside down I'm not going to go for the chocolate but for a carrot? No. To be honest...

I was given a small Reese peanut butter cup at work yesterday, and I enjoyed it. Why? Probably because I'm not resorting to food to be my crutch anymore.

Everyday I am going to look at that pink basket of chocolate and laugh in it's face. That basket will do everything it can to tempt me into breaking in to it, but I am determined to show the pink goody filled basket who's boss.  I am also reminded at how appreciative of my parents I am for them taking their time to give me a cute basket filled with goodies. What other 23 year old can say that?

Oh, and don't think I don't have a Plan B. If my willpower wants to faulter at all I'll be giving the goodies inside of the basket to my boyfriend. Hehe.