I have a problem with excess. Some part of me always wants more--more love. More acceptance. And more dessert. Losing over one hundred and forty pounds hasn't changed that. I love fruity desserts, especially, and something like a pint of sorbet would have been toast in my old life.
This is my new life, though. A place where I track what I eat and I don't consume too much of anything except fruits and vegetables. I firmly believe that every food has a place in my life (except cantaloupe. Yuck.) I couldn't live a life of deprivation, even after I took my weight to an excess. Instead, I've had to work (and work) on moderation. On having a scoop of something sweet and moving on. On not trying to fill a vacancy with fat and salt and sugar and flour. Where a spoonful of the best raspberry sorbet is a treat that I can control.
The sorbet is not going to give me love or acceptance. Those things can and should be bottomless--and they should come from within. Instead, let dessert be a truly satisfying, beautiful, colorful experience and one of the smallest parts of who you are.