A giant Costco sized muffin. They used to be a ‘terror’/fear food for me. But it hit the spot. My sweet sister brought it home from the local coffee shop, and it made my heart skip a beat to see that giant delicious carbyyy muffin.
A muffin without a calorie count on them, a muffin that is just a muffin, is so good for me. It’s incredibly wonderful to be able to just bite into the fluff and enjoy each bite without fear.
It was like freedom eating that muffin, because I wasn’t worried about it. I wasn’t worried about a ‘balanced meal.’ I just ate, and it was just so delightful.