Today makes a month without sweets.
Ok, Elizabeth W. brought over homemade cookies to a crafternoon a couple of weeks ago. Had to eat those. (Side note: Amazingly tasty!) And I guess for some people grape juice and Yoplait whips and Tic Tacs have enough sugar to count as sweets. But no cookies, ice cream, donuts, flan, hard candy, etc. I haven’t had one of the bright, beckoning peanut butter-covered-with-chocolate little gems that have been whispering enticing things to me from the little glass dish on Mary’s desk at work. I am still mourning a double-decker piece of moist chocolate cake with chocolate chips baked into it that I passed up. (I suppose I should just write an ode to it and get it out of my system.) But, for the most part, I met my goal.
So, what happened?
Lose weight? Nope. Even though I increased my exercising marginally.
Less moody/anxious/grouchy/uptight? Yes. Noticeably. Not that I'm mellow now, or anything.
Better memory? Yes.
Better sleep? Maybe a little. Or maybe it’s in my head. Nothing significant.
Today is Fat Tuesday. I’m going to have chocolate. Specifically, the European chocolate you see below, which has a deliriously fantastic strawberry cream in the middle. Yup—that is the “before” picture!
I’m curious if my sugar-deprived body will have any reaction. But mostly, I am looking forward to---Ah! Yes! So very, very good! Ok, I'm not going to eat ALL of it. At least, I'm not planning to...