I was sucked in by false advertising. Hubby came home from the store with a box and the image on it burned into my brain. Ginormous, delicious, almost healthy cookie.
So imagine my surprise when I finally gave in to temptation, reached into the box, and pulled out a little, itty bitty, not nearly delicious enough to warrant a cheat, almost healthy cookie. That should have been my wake up call. “Wake up, Karen, you don’t really want this cookie.” “Wake up, Karen, this cookie is not going to be as good as you imagined.” “Wake up, Karen, walk away from the misleading temptation that is miss-leading you down a path you don’t want to take.”
The promise of the cookie was not delivered. The image was false. And it got me thinking. Thinking about how things are often not as they appear or how we imagine them. Got me thinking about the many times I ate something and it didn’t taste as good as I expected and, rather than stop, I kept eating. And it got me thinking about the times when I put something in my mouth that DID taste wonderful, but how that taste had diminishing returns. After the second or third or fourth bite, the flavor, the texture, the sensation was no longer singing on my tongue.
The other thing I thought of as I pictured the real cookie compared to the promise in the photo: that eating “off plan” food often results in disappointment. Disappointment in the taste or that the food doesn’t do whatever I thought eating the food would do. In this instance, yes, I was disappointed in the size. (Sometimes size DOES matter.) And was disappointed in the taste. But I was even more disappointed in myself. It’s really not about a cookie. It’s never about a cookie. Or a candy bar or a bag of chips. The disappointment doesn’t lay in the packaging or the taste or with the manufacturer. This one’s all on me.
So this post isn’t about a cookie. Or three cookies, as the case may be. I’s about how images in the passenger side car mirror are closer than they appear. It’s about illusions. And how we let them impact our lives and our choices. And how they sometimes suck us in and spit us out. This post is also about the reality of food versus expectations. And in this one instance, it is about realizing that when reality fails to meet expectations I should expect more of myself and not of a cookie. It’s all me; it’s always been about me. It’s not about the food. It’s never really about the food. Just gotta keep telling myself that.
I’d love to end this post by saying that I’m now one smart cookie. But that would be another instance of the picture on the box not matching the product inside. So, because I can’t resist… that’s the way the cookie crumbles.