Week three is done! Happy Friday, indeed! Definitely the hardest, thus far. After I had an epic fail on Saturday night, I picked myself back up and climbed back on the horse. It’s sooooo HARD. I hate that I love sugar, so much. I had a giant bowl of ice cream with my kids on Saturday night and felt so terrible about it afterward, it almost, was not worth it. I have been beating myself up, ever since.
But, I’m purging my sin by admitting it here. Over. Done. Moving on.
I have not noticed myself feeling any different or better. I am preoccupied with dreams of chocolate, though, so maybe I’m not noticing. I was hoping, at the beginning of this, to notice a definitive difference in my energy or my skin or my waistline or something. . . anything, really. That sure would make it easier to stay away from the stuff.
Not good news, at all.
Week three was not a huge success, but I’m hoping to redeem myself in the next two. Every day, I realize a little more, why an all or nothing approach is not the way to go, for me. I like my life of moderation and it does work for me if I can stay within a reasonable amount of sugar. I think I would be a very unhappy person without it all together. I will get to the end of the weeks with a better respect for it, for sure.
Until then, I dream of Sour Patch Kids and ooey gooey dark chocolatey things . . . like this: