A sweet grandpa at church handed this sucker to me as I walked by. I’m sure he only gives them away to the ladies. What a cutie!
In college I pretended to participate in Lent, simply to support some friends who actually did participate in Lent. I gave up sweets, just like they did. Well… sort of.
How did it go? Well, when I ran into them in the grocery store across from our dorm, I had a hard time explaining why I was standing in the ice cream aisle, reaching in, about to grab the biggest bucket I could find.
Why must people/customers/companies say “Thank You” with sugar? Why must there be a pig pen trough full of cookies and pies, chocolates and butterscotch covered peanuts? How about buying an old-fashioned “Thank You” card, and writing a heartfelt note? I’m on a sugar-strike.
I got to work today with a bag of healthy snacks in tow. I ate a healthy breakfast -besides the fact that I like my coffee practically white due to the amount of creamer I like- and told myself I wouldn’t snack until lunch time.
I did pretty well this morning, though I think I was more sleepy on a Monday morning than avoiding the treat counter… but anyway, I did a good job.
At lunch I had a good balance of protein and carbs, and had an orange for some fruit. I carried my chin high and proud that I was eating healthy today.
But then I got back to work. Apparently while I was gone, SugarAholics and the anti-diabetic group stopped by, unloading their holiday dump truck. Beep…beep…beep… that’s the dump truck backing up, and the sound that’s stuck in my head. There weren’t just chocolate chip cookies on the counter, but M&M cookies, my favorite. And not just regular M&M cookies, but chocolate dipped M&M cookies. Next to them, a yummy homemade cheese-ball, with regular (meaning it’s not low-fat) crackers to dip. Peanut butter fudge. Chocolate fudge. Raspberry bars, pumpkin cheesecake roll, etc., etc. The torture! My blood sugar almost literally boiled over as I walked past the feeding trough toward my desk. Thank goodness I had a full glass of water and another orange to keep me company all afternoon. I refused to go to the bathroom, fax anything, or wash my hands. I’d have to pass the feeding trough to get to any of those locations. My boss said it would get worse as the week goes on.
How do I ward off a full-on diabetic coma?
-I plan to pick out only what I really like, and to only eat one piece.
-I will constantly remind myself that ONE is not spelled t-w-o (or t-h-r-e-e).
-I will not eat something simply because it is there, or because it sounds good. No, it needs to be one of my absolute favorites for me to even go close to it.
-I will allow myself one bathroom break in the morning, and one in the afternoon. I will put on my beauty rest sleep mask (It says “Do not disturb, queen is resting) and will walk straight to the bathroom, and straight back. If someone needs me to mail something, make a copy of something, or “take a look at something,” I will tell them “NO”, that they can bring the work to me.
Otherwise, I am going to need to wear my stretchy Thanksgiving-approved yoga pants to the office, and that won’t look pretty. Fuzzy Christmas socks, cute work appropriate shoes, yoga pants… I don’t think so.
Does anyone want to wake me up when it’s Christmas? I don’t know if I’ll make it through this week. Like a round little pink piggy, I cannot resist the trough.
Raise your hand if you have a sweet tooth. Both of my hands are high in the air right now, and I’m typing with my toes. I am addicted to sugar. If I could have sugar for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I would. I’m past the point of getting a sugar high and needing to drink a lot of water to calm down.
I know sugar is bad. Thanks to gaining some weight, and having a few too many cavities, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s time to do something about my said addiction. And I mean it! As a child, I had a friend whose dad made a bet with her that if she didn’t eat candy for one calendar year, he’d give her $100. That’s like winning the lotto to an eight year old. So if any of you want to pay me $100, I’ll gladly do the same thing. No wait, the economy is bad, and due to inflation, I think we’ll make that $500.
But really, I’m considering doing the year thing anyway, though I think I’d better start soon, because next holiday season, I’m sure I’m going to want to PIG the heck out!
Oh hang on a second, I’m craving some sugar. I’d better finish this post after I have a little snack…