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I Can't Even

I love my family, really I do. But sometimes -- like when they share a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and cherries on top, which these days (and pretty much for the rest of forever) I cannot touch -- they can be sadists.

Here's what my evil spawn was saying when I took the pic: "You sure you don't want a little bite, Mom?"

The trick is to have a substitute. I can't have maraschino cherries (too much sugar) but I can make my vegan nice cream any time, of course, and my own sugarfree chocolate syrup to drizzle on top. So while I may suffer a little when they get their goodies, I make a point to whip up a treat later that's safe for me. Result: I have to wait a bit, but I don't cheat.

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nightsmusic said…
I can't do the lactose. I miss a chocolate shake. I REALLY miss a chocolate shake, and making it at home just isn't the same.
November 24, 2020 at 11:36 AM
Maria Zannini said…
Over the past couple of years, I've actually cut down my sugar intake so hubby wouldn't feel isolated. He finally noticed and now insists that I enjoy myself. If I have a little bowl of sherbet, he eats sugar free Jello. It's not the same but he's made peace with himself.
November 25, 2020 at 4:17 AM
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