I want sugar very very much today. My favorites: I want chocolate chip cookies. First the dough, then a warm pliable melty one out of the oven, then cooled off, crispy with milk. Probably more than one of each of the above.
It would help my resolve to see a little inches backwards on the scale. Apparently my fast from sugar doesn’t affect my caloric intake enough to mean anything. Or it’s too soon. Is Day 15 too soon? It doesn’t feel too soon.
I’m amazed at how many “No’s” I’ve had to say throughout every day in the last 15, how available extra sugary treats are presented as easy options throughout a day. I’ve really created a lifestyle where sugar is weaved into the fabric brilliantly, not just a subtle hue.
And I’m not just speaking of “desserts.” I’m talking about a little extra sugar on my cereal (esp like Cheerios, they need some help.) The glaze on the ham – yeah, that was an interesting night. Grapefruit! It’s just not the same with Truvia.
If I’m honest, though, I’d tell you I feel better. I don’t feel sluggish and full all the time. Now, my salty substitutes make the fat around my wedding ring do its own version of a muffin top (and bottom), but that is a different bloat then the sugar sludge.
So I guess I’ll stay on the wagon, off the sugar. Today would be the perfect, cold-fronty winter day to help the furnace heat the house by baking goodies.
I need to turn the next 16 days around and make them mean something. That I’m not just proving I can, but actually using the time to make a difference. Like while I was breast-feeding, I should have stuck to an exercise routine to just give myself a little boast while I was already at an advantage.
Because if a month totally (well mostly) off sugar doesn’t mean something, then what is the point of resisting today?
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