It all started so innocently with a package of lemon cookies.

My husband knows I adore all things 🍋 lemon.

Just a little nibble” I told myself…

But like a wee snow ball at the top of the hill, the little nibble turned into half a cookie (these are the big bakery sized cookies)…

Then the siren call of the Lays potato chips…”cause if this virus is that deadly…I wouldn’t want to go down without a few chips…right?

Then I cracked open the book a friend gave me…Artisanal Breads in 5 Minutes a Day.

I’d had it on the shelf for a YEAR without daring to crack the cover.

Before I knew it I was ordering a pizza stone from Amazon and test driving the bread recipe…OMG it’s true…5 minutes as day…and it’s amazing bread.

Finally, this weekend I lost all self control and made a fancy filled layer cake…Salted Caramel Pretzel Cake…..swoon!

I haven’t baked in over 2 years.

I’m a dedicated no flour, no sugar enthusiast.

Suddenly my brain is running around like an unsupervised 2 year old, eating everything “because I want to!

What?!?#?

True confession.

No I haven’t gained the full “Quarantine 15” yet…but if I don’t start behaving like the adult in the room, it’s only a matter time.

I wish I could report that the day would come when behaving like an adult… making adult decisions about food would become automatic…but this ‘global pandemic’ has shown me, I have more work to do.

And that’s the thing…this pandemic has brought many of us face to face with the reality that life can change in a second.

What’s really important?

Is it fitting into size 10 jeans or indulging a sweet tooth?

Weighing a certain number on the scale, or wringing every bit of joy out of life…especially when that joy is food and alcohol dependent?

That’s my work.

How’s this pandemic treating you?

There are as many versions of this as there are grains of sand on the beach.

There is no Right or Wrong…just different versions.

From my perspective, I’ve had about enough of my brain running amok.

I’ve been watching it and seeing how it behaves…and it’s begging me to give it some boundaries….to start behaving like a grown-up.

“Take the wheel sista’…this ride is careening out of control.”

So starting today, the guard rails are back in place…for my brain.

Could you use a little help?

A change of perspective?

I still have a few slots left for a free 60 minute chat. Grab one HERE if your brain could use a bit of supervision…or just an ear to listen.