I have no idea why people call it that. Doesn’t sound very attractive to me. That’s just me though.
So what tops off the end to a week of family time in a state 1100 miles from home? I’m going to get in trouble at my doctors appointment on Monday when reality hits again, but (it was so worth it) what other than Peanut Butter Pie???? Oh. My. Goodness.
I love making it. It’s this lovely concoction of peanut butter, creaminess, crunchiness and sweetness. I even modded it by halving the evil white sugar with half raw honey! It turned out pretty well. The chopped up (terrible) Reeses cups on top didn’t hurt either. :-p
I was pretty proud of myself. I ate ½ my piece, and *gasp* stopped. I stopped eating! And I was totally ok with it! What a joy it is to no longer be a sugar addict. 1 year ago I wouldn’t have been able to stop. I ate dessert, cookies, cinnamon rolls, anything sweet, until I was long past full. The sick feeling was there, yet I craved more and more! The more I ate, the more I wanted. It was the most frustrating, helpless feeling and it was with me my entire childhood up until last year.
Read up on My Health Journey for the long version of that story. I love sharing it, because after 24 years of life I had NO idea it was possible to NOT be addicted to sugar. I want as many people as possible to know it, because that’s when the hope comes in. And hope is such a wonderful thing. 🙂
Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. – Romans 15:13