Today, I’m annoyed. I am usually upbeat or at least fake it for my family’s sake but today, I am in a foul mood. I have been fixated on coconut pie for about a week now. Every time I pass a certain little BBQ joint on the highway, I begin dreaming about the light yellow custard, flakey crust and browned bits of coconut sprinkled on top of glistening stiff peaked meringue. Moma’s is better but if I asked her to make me one, she’d try to give me the whole pie. I’d explain I only wanted one piece but then she’d tell me to take the rest home to Brian. A piece for me and the rest for my man. Yeah, right, me eat only one piece. If I took the whole pie home, I’d end up on the couch in my pajamas, big glass of cold milk, fork in hand and whole pie pan in my lap watching late night reruns of Designing Women.

So today, against my better judgment, I headed to the BBQ joint for a slice. While theirs is not as good as my Moma’s, it was a heck of a lot safer. There’s no way in the world any self-respecting woman would plop down in a booth during the dinner rush wearing a business suit and pearls and commence to eating a whole darn pie. I ordered one slice of that coconut delight and guess what? NO PIE! You’ve got to be kidding me. I could almost see Jesus jumping from behind the dessert case yelling “Gotcha”. Well played, Lord.

As I headed home knowing full well grilled chicken and roasted cauliflower awaited me, every annoying diet catch phrase entered my head making me madder by the minute.

“Nothing taste as good as thin feels.” Whoever coined that phrase had never eaten my Moma’s coconut meringue pie or the cornbread dressing she cooked only on Thanksgiving. They had never strolled the streets of Savannah ending up at the Olde Pink House for some shortcake when Georgia’s peaches were at their peak. And without a doubt, they have never munched cracker jacks and nachos while Chipper Jones knocked one over the wall at Turner Field. I had done all these things and there was no way that particular mantra was going to keep me on track. I was a long way from thin so I had absolutely no way to judge how it felt.

“Out of sight out of mind.” Oh yeah, like that one worked. Just because I couldn’t see that container of Blue Belle ice cream in the freezer didn’t mean I hadn’t thought about those thick ribbons of chocolate running through the icy vanilla cream. Right, I couldn’t take you to the Cadburry eggs leftover from Easter, even though they were shoved to the back of the kitchen junk drawer. I never thought of those miniature bags of cool ranch Doritos my husband secretly kept hidden in his lunch box. Out of sight, out of mind was a lie from the devil.

Some days are hard. Some days I give in. Some days I am mean as a snake. But I’ll get over it and as promised by the quintessential Southern belle, Scarlett O’Hara, “….tomorrow is another day.”

1 Corinthians 10:13 No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.
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