Addiction

I am an addict. I'm addicted to sugar, and to simple carbs.

This time last month, I was still doing good with the Fat Flush plan. I need to reread it. Somewhere along the way I fell off the wagon and stayed off. I gave in to the chocolates at school, and then craved more. Over the course of a week, I depleted the vending machine of all the Almond Snickers bars.

That craving and the subsequent giving in, led me to giving in to other cravings. I am amazed that I have come full circle again, from being led by my cravings, to once upon a time being in control of my food intake, to now again being "pwned" by them.

I want to get back to what I had. I want the freedom to be able to say no. I've started keeping unsalted almonds at work. So that I can reach for them instead of vending machine junk. I actually said no to getting a package of cookies at the store yesterday, though I wanted them.

Last night I gave in and made the Hungry Jack biscuits I bought with the intent of them being the topping for a chicken pot pie that I have to take to a dinner Friday. I ate three of them, piping hot out of the oven. I had some wine with them.

Crazy, no?


Rose had her first day of Doggie Daycare yesterday. I had parent conferences yesterday, and had to stay at work till 5. Since I wanted Rose to have daycare when the cleaners come next time, I thought this would be a good time to do the trial.

Well, all I can say is she was one tired puppy last night. She didn't play, didn't chew, just slept. So tired that she didn't follow me into the other room when she was laying down. This morning she's still a bit tired, and I'm sure by afternoon when I come home, after a day of her sleeping in the crate, she'll be as wound up as ever. Daycare was a very good thing yesterday. It also rained here, so I couldn't have taken her to the dog park if I'd wanted to.