Tuesday, September 07, 2010
I started on the last Sunday in August, the 29th with no sweets until Thanksgiving. On the previous Sunday, when I was getting ready for church, I went to put on my stockings, and couldn't get them over my thighs. I felt upset, angry, mad, and embarassed. But I knew I wasn't eating that much but what I was eating, which was sweets, packed on more pounds. I told my husband and he said ok, but then had the nerve last week to put my favorite candy bar in the freezer. Reese's anything is my absolute weakness: the cups, pieces, ice cream, fast break, whips, anything Reese's. So the candy, which was the cups, stayed in the freezer until last night when my husband had the sweet tooth and ate it.