Day 9 & 10

Day 9 & 10 are interconnected, so I'm writing about them together. On day 9, not realizing I was going sugar free for a month, some friends of mine brought me a plate of cookies. I thought it was sweet of them and didn't say anything. My husband and daughter were quite excited, so I left them out on the counter, hoping that they would get quickly eaten. By Tuesday afternoon half of them were still there (of course I hadn't taken into account that I am the one who usually quickly eats any treats in the house). Leaving them out was a mistake. I walked by them dozens of times and was not even remotely tempted. Then on Tuesday afternoon, all of the sudden I really wanted one. I'm not sure why. I wasn't feeling stressed, I wasn't being overpowered by sugar cravings. "I don't have to tell anyone," I rationalized. "Not my husband, and I certainly don't have to blog about it." It's amazing how quickly I crumbled and ate 1 cookie.

I had no intention of telling anyone until my husband got home and I was telling him about my day. I explained to him that I think the problem is that every time I walked in the kitchen and saw them, my resistance would fall just a little bit until it was easy to rationalize having one. Being the wonderful man that he is, he wrapped them up and put them in the cupboard. So at least I don't have to look at them now. And since I felt kind of sick afterwards, I'm not really tempted to have another.

My sister once told me that she saw a woman on Oprah who had lost 200 pounds, and the woman said that the difference between a 150 pound woman and a 300 pound woman is that the 150 pound woman may binge for a day and then it's over the next day and she moves on, but the 300 pound woman lets it affect her, and a day turns into a week, and then a month, and then a year. So here goes. I had a cookie yesterday, and I'm moving on. Here's to another 19 sugar free days!