Thursday, June 06, 2013
Had a bad evening, after a tiring day. Ed came home with cookies. I've asked him many times not to, but he got them for himself while on the road, and didn't want to end up eating the whole package. Good thinking on his part, not on mine.
I'm OK with refusing and stepping away. What I still need a LOT of work on is having one, THEN stepping away. It was almost surreal, how one cookie led to the next, which led to the next. By the time I started to feel ill, I had eaten 6!!!. (Gasp!) The sugar is almost like a drug: I stopped thinking and just started reacting.
I didn't go for the walk I had planned. I didn't sleep well. As a consequence, I overslept, and now I'm trying to catch up. Plus, my weight bounced up 3.5 pounds overnight!! Oh, the horror of the sugar hangover...
Ed did bring home a 2nd box. I'm going to suggest that we save it and bring it to the open house on church Sunday. And I will have to work extra-hard to detox myself from this sugar binge.
Over and out ~~