So I've been ahem, really lenient in letting myself basically eat whatever I want. I justified it by insisting to myself that Geneen Roth would totally be on board with me having brownies/cookies or cake every night. Ahem. My weight is only up a few lbs (ok, 7 since Vegas, but really just 3 since I got pregnant), so I also justified it: see? I can totally eat sugar in moderation! The scale doesn't move!! It's fine!!
Then I read this and really identified with it.
And then I read this and signed up to get the post-conference recording. Because friends, that is the challenge. I know intuitively that sugar is a definite addiction for me. But drawing the lines and rules without feeling deprived or feeling like I'm crazy for being so strict is a struggle.
But I feel yucky. I ate my weight in garbage this weekend and feel, well, garbalicious. Yuck. I feel like an addict who cannot wait until the next fix and also wants to bake a tray of brownies and hide it. Oof. I was going to start my no sugar regime again this weekend, but honestly I'm feeling so crappy I think I'm starting today. Enough is enough.