Thursday, February 21, 2013
OK, so I had dinner with my sister and my Mom tonight. Good food, great times. I had already decided I was going to try again to go for a month, again (ad nauseum, since I try this all the time, and I mean ALL-THE-TIME) without processed sugar. Well, I wasn't going to tell anyone, but i decided to tell them about my plan. Mom said "If you get the urge, just call, and I'll talk you out of it." (I'm thinking "Yeah, like talk me off the ledge?") But she really meant it. She wants success as much, or more, than me. (She wants another golf partner). My sister said "OK, well, if you give that up I'll give something up. She couldn't think up anything. Seriously, she can make one dark chocolate candy bar last for a week. Me-it would last less than an hour-less if peanut butter is spread over the top!
So, I had my last dessert tonight at a popular Italian restaurant tonight. I'm really going to try. I can do something for one day if I have to do it for the rest of my life. Or for a month anyway.