Switch to black coffee and fruits or some carrot and celery for snacks. Switch to vodka/soda instead of beer.
Has it helped? Well, I dunno. But it's gotta be better than the active harm of muffins, milky coffees, beers and chips. And it makes those occasions when I do have those things all the more enjoyable.
so glad i didnt develop a taste for coffee and sweet stuff (although savoury is my weakness). Helps when i walk past the local hole in the wall cafe that is run by a french pastry chef around the corner from my new place. The smells are pretty darn good but ultimately they stay that way. In the old days walking down enmore road on the stroll home i found it hard to resist a samosa from the local pakistani shop with the family eating up the back (felt a bit guilty when someone had to get up to serve me!)
Mine used to be croissants: there was an awesome bakery more-or-less on the walk from the train station to the office.
Then one day, while considering my ever expanding girth, I decided that I just didn't need the calories, and stopped. Coffee only, now. No sugar. It's all part of the process.
And then COVID stopped the train travel, so there has been much less in the way of temptation. Every so often I allow a Saturday morning croissant, as a special occasion. Even moderation in moderation.
I just can't love a sweet muffin. There was only one muffin I could ever love - the savoury cheese and onion muffin from a Paddington (NSW) cafe called Sloane Rangers. They don't bake them anymore. They were delicious slathered in butter.
Hells yes. This.
Switch to black coffee and fruits or some carrot and celery for snacks. Switch to vodka/soda instead of beer.
Has it helped? Well, I dunno. But it's gotta be better than the active harm of muffins, milky coffees, beers and chips. And it makes those occasions when I do have those things all the more enjoyable.
so glad i didnt develop a taste for coffee and sweet stuff (although savoury is my weakness). Helps when i walk past the local hole in the wall cafe that is run by a french pastry chef around the corner from my new place. The smells are pretty darn good but ultimately they stay that way. In the old days walking down enmore road on the stroll home i found it hard to resist a samosa from the local pakistani shop with the family eating up the back (felt a bit guilty when someone had to get up to serve me!)
Mine used to be croissants: there was an awesome bakery more-or-less on the walk from the train station to the office.
Then one day, while considering my ever expanding girth, I decided that I just didn't need the calories, and stopped. Coffee only, now. No sugar. It's all part of the process.
And then COVID stopped the train travel, so there has been much less in the way of temptation. Every so often I allow a Saturday morning croissant, as a special occasion. Even moderation in moderation.
Sounds like a pleasant change for a morning. Now I want a muffin and cafe coffee.
I just can't love a sweet muffin. There was only one muffin I could ever love - the savoury cheese and onion muffin from a Paddington (NSW) cafe called Sloane Rangers. They don't bake them anymore. They were delicious slathered in butter.