I have a confession. Yesterday was Mother’s Day, and I ate wheat. Maybe my first mistake was that we chose to go to Mother’s Day brunch at all. Breakfast can be difficult to make wheat-free when you’re not in your own kitchen. And my next mistake was that we chose a restaurant whose slogan is “Peace, Love, and Pancakes.” It is perfect for Mother’s Day mornings, colorful, comfortable, and everything on the menu sounded so good.
You should know that I passed over french toast that was stuffed with peanut butter, banana, and honey. And I did think twice, but I didn’t order the apple pie pancakes. I sipped my coffee and kept looking over the menu before I decided on Sweet Potato Benedict. The eggs are gluten free. The Canadian bacon is gluten free. And even the hollandaise sauce gluten free. But the sweet potato biscuit that makes the delicious foundation of my breakfast was not wheat free. I can’t even pretend it was or feign ignorance.
I savored half of my guilty indulgence with the egg, ham, and sauce. I won’t lie. It was delicious. I rationalized it too. It was a celebration. I deserved it since I was a mom and it was Mother’s Day. I had all the thoughts I was able to Just Let Go last week. But before I started on the second half of the biscuit, I stopped. And before I could double think or second guess, I cut the second half of sweet potato biscuit in two and gave a piece to each of my kids.
I can’t un-eat what I’d already so enjoyed. And I could beat myself up over it, but I’m human. And I’m going to make mistakes. I know my good intentions won’t always translate to perfect behavior. So I’m making my confession here. You’re my witness. And while I confess, I also promise to get back on track, and to keep moving toward my goal of gluten-free.
Do you have anything to confess? Now’s your chance. No judgement here, just support.