All right. I give up. I confess. I’ve lived a trite life filled with sugar and devoid of self-control. I’m waving a tiny white flag, one that looks suspiciously like a sugar packet at Denny’s. I promise to be better. To think about what I’m eating before I snack. To explore other means of pleasure … More Negotiating A Peace Treaty
We won’t talk about last night. I’m not ready. I can only say that no one should want brownies that much. I didn’t give in, but seriously, Ghirardelli should clone me. Besides last night, a few good things have already come out of February: a month of no sugar. It hasn’t been all cravings and … More Ghirardelli should clone me.
Well, I have survived nine days without sugar. The book I am reading to pump myself up and to encourage self-righteous feelings of rightness (as opposed to abject self-loathing), Beat Sugar Addiction Now, claims that I will only have intense withdrawal cravings for the first seven to ten days. Bring on day number 11! Because … More Only everyday
February-Eve, two nights ago, was a perfect example of why I need February to be… A Month of No Sugar. I lay awake in bed, my brain vibrating in my skull, until midnight. My insomnia could have been the result of many things, but half of a chocolate and sea salt candy bar, a slice … More The shortest month of the year