I have a strange quirk. My friend would call it a syndrome. I’m not quite sure why but whenever I diet, I bake. When I am not dieting, I will bake on occasion but it is not quite as often.

Let me back up …

My husband is a body builder. Have I ever mentioned that before? For as long as I have known him, he has been a gym rat who eats ridiculously healthy. He does cycle in and out of his health nut routine. This is good because if he didn’t … I’m pretty sure my diet would have prevented him from marrying me. 🙂 With each of my pregnancies my body decided to revolt and said I could know longer eat like I did when I was a teenager. I chose to ignore it. I didn’t exercise either. I actually hate exercising. Hate with a red hot passion. Well, I bet you can guess what happened. It wasn’t pretty and choose not to dwell on it. I finally begged the spouse to help me and I swear it was like he had just been waiting to hear me utter those words.

The dieting began and I began to pummel myself with endless exercise. I lost 60lbs. I was extremely excited about the direction I was going. I actually loved my diet. I still hated exercise but it was a tool I could no longer deny I needed. Except, something else happened. I began to bake. Every single day. Every day for months, there were endless baked goods in my house. All organic, in many cases even vegan baked goods. Breads, cookies, cakes, muffins, tarts and even pies somehow made their way out of various cookbooks and into my house. I NEVER ate any of it. I would package them off and send them to friends. Stocking the lunches I made for the boys with PB&J sandwiches made on homemade honey whole wheat bread and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies became the norm.

Then something happened and I stopped dieting. Then I stopped exercising. Immediately … I stopped baking. Every one was disappointed. I’ve been on a slippery slope ever since and things were heading back down that seriously ugly path. You know, the one we’re not dwelling on? Yeah, that one. Anyway, I would randomly start and stop dieting over the last few years and each and every time the baking would begin. I never eat the baked goods. Even when I fall off the wagon … it’s usually for something like Thai food or French Fries. Don’t ask why. I actually love baked goods but if I’m not dieting … I’m not usually baking them. I’m buying them at bakeries.

I’ve been dieting again for almost three weeks now. It’s been brought to my attention that I have been baking again. My kids are thrilled. My husband feels as though I am trying to sabotage him. My friends know I’m trying to sabotage them (they’re all so fit and tiny) and my pantry is always over flowing with treats. The neighborhood kids have been offering to help around the house for treats. Oh, all the little things that make us who we are!

Latest baked treats … Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies