08/29/2026
I knew the cinnamon rolls were becoming a problem when I made a second batch.
Cinnamon rolls had been part of our family Christmas for years. No matter which plan I was following, I was usually the person watching everyone else enjoy them while trying to convince myself that the smell was festive enough.
That year, Connor was in maintenance after losing 106 pounds, and he was feeling disappointed about missing one of our traditions. So I found a version made with almond flour that Kira, Connor, and I could enjoy.
They were really good.
Connor loved them so much that I made another batch. I planned to save one for my parents, but by the time I got around to that generous idea, they were gone. Apparently, we had completed a very thorough quality inspection.
Then I saw the scale moving toward my personal five-pound limit.
I knew exactly what had been happening. It wasn't that almond flour was "bad." It was that I had stopped respecting my own boundaries with it. Almond flour may fit into maintenance, but my body does not respond well when I keep eating it. Having those cinnamon rolls sitting around also gave me far too many opportunities to “just have one more.”
That realization brought up some disappointment. I wanted the family tradition. I wanted the cinnamon rolls. I also wanted to protect the health and results I had worked so hard to build.
So I finished with the almond flour and returned to weighing, measuring, logging, and following the structure I already trusted.
Maintenance still asks me to pay attention. I watch the patterns, notice when my clothes or the scale begin changing, and respond before a few pounds quietly become much more.
And those cinnamon rolls?
They can remain a Christmas visitor. They do not need their own bedroom in my house.
What holiday food is hardest for you to keep in the house once the celebration is over?