Cheesecake

This weekend my boyfriend and I decided to make a cheesecake. We are both on diets, so all of the intelligent people in the audience are asking "Why?". Because cheesecake. I am coeliac (no gluten or I get very sick) and last week was Coeliac Awareness Week, which led to some specials on gluten free goodies at the supermarket. I chose some ginger biscuits and some arrowroot ones – and thought they both make great cheesecake bases! Boyfriend agreed so off we went to gather more supplies for a white chocolate cheesecake.

Flash forward two days and I realise I have been responsible for eating half of an entire cheesecake. HALF! Granted if I was left alone with it I would have eaten the whole thing, but since January we have lost 20kg between us (10kg each) and I have been very careful about what I allow myself to eat. Not only did I eat half a cheesecake this week, but I got Thai takeaways for dinner after my step class because I believed I had earned it from all my hard work.

Cut to today (5 days since cheesecake creation) and I had my bi-weekly weigh in. We use the WiiFit to weigh ourselves on a Thursday and Sunday so that we can track our progress more accurately. On Sunday I was down to 81.5kg, and planning on being around 80 for this weigh in. Yesterday I had only eaten an apple and some cheese for lunch so that I could eat leftovers from the takeaways for my dinner guilt free. When it came to the result I was shocked. 1.7kg weight gain. The WiiFit went from calling me Overweight to calling me Obese again,  and the teeny voice in the Wii said “Too High!”.

I cried.

I cried because I realised I had been kidding myself. I cried because I realised I knew better than this. I cried because I understood in that moment, that although I love cheesecake and we had a great time making it and eating it, we could never eat it like that again. The time of the cheesecake was over.

My boyfriend went to the Wii and did his weigh in… only to be told he had not gained or lost anything this week. Nothing. He does not go to exercise classes. He has a home gym that I know was not used that week. However, he is a man, and he is taller than me – therefore his body could handle the food and not gain anything like my body did.

I cried some more, got mad about how unfair it was that I had done the work and gone to class but he had not gained 1.7kg and I had. I cried because I knew I had to do so much work to lose that extra weight. I cried because he could eat the cheesecake if he wanted. The results for him were not as they were for me.

Once that was out of my system, I wiped off my messy mascara and decided I would only have yogurt for breakfast. Upon reaching my work I discovered my yogurt had expired. This is obviously just going to be one of those days I guess.