There I was, trucking along, thinking I’m building some sort of normal relationship with sugar and sweets. Or at least getting really good at avoiding it. And BAM! That beast reared its ugly head, grabbed me, and kidnapped me for two weeks.
Let’s review. On April 11th I decided that I needed to do something about my unhealthy relationship with processed sugar and sweets, so I decided to cut them out of my life. Just like that nightmare relative no one likes to talk about, I figured I would be better off without. It wasn’t easy. I had withdrawal symptoms, cravings, substituted other stuff to get the same rush…but I had gone about three months without eating processed sugar or sweets beyond the few low-sugar items I made at home.
And then July 4th hit and something went awry. We had a big storm and lost our power for several days. It came back on July 4th, but maybe the stress pushed me over the edge. I’m not sure, but starting July 5th I went off the rails. And stayed off. Until today. Actually including today. I’ve had cookies, cake, cupcakes, chocolates, apple crisp that was more sugary crisp than apples, doughnuts, and more. You name it and I’ve probably had it in the past two weeks.
The crazy stops here. Now. Today. You hear that sugar? I’m done with you (again).
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