Some days I don't feel like being conscious. Some days I want to start the morning with blue mountain coffee with condensed milk in it, the way we made it in Jamaica when I was growing up, and if there are no eggs left for me to make a one egg omelet with onions and one ounce of cheddar for an all-protein breakfast (for the initiated, 5 points), well, I just might have that little circle of marscapone cheesecake, sprinkled with blueberries and raspberries and garnished with bright red slices of strawberry (11 points plus 4 for the condensed milk for a total of 15). But it's not just the points; it's the sugar, which sets me up for a day of craving things that don't mean me well. So now I'm sipping the creamy coffee as I type this, and all that is left of the dish of cheesecake is a sprig of mint and the red stain of raspberry compote. Oh? Did I not mention the sauce?
They say confession is good for the soul. But sometimes, looking our self-defeating behaviors square in the face can be depressing as hell. Oh well. It's Monday. The deed is done. Time to begin anew. (One thing I do remember about addiction: It's always easier to begin anew after you've had your fix. Denial is a b**ch.) Good morning.