I have been doing so well. So I tell myself. Certainly I am entitled (there's that word again!) to a little snacky-snack.
And what could be better than a squirt of whipping cream from a can? Maybe a little squirt in my morning coffee. So I got the coffee and I got the can and I went to town.
I took a little more whipping cream right from the nozzle, standing right in front of the fridge. (A little bit more for Santa Claus!)
2 carbs per serving. How can that be? It seems like cheating. It seems like more!
Oh, yesh, and watch out for the nitrous oxide that they use as a propellent!
Late at night, that whipping cream in a can still calls my name. I should throw it in the trash, but I'm practicing ignoring it. That way I will develop better long term habits.