Then came Monday. I had picked up a "fruit parfait" from Whole Foods. It's from Whole Foods, so it's healthy, right?! Oh man. It was so delicious. Dip in and it's clearly custard, not yogurt (basically, it was whipped cream, custard, cake squares and a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit of strawberry). I ate half of it before I even knew it. I sat for a second. I didn't feel too bad. And then it started.
I have been doing so well over the last couple of months. I have not gone sugar-free, but I have gone WAY-less-sugar. I do eat fruit but have cut out all the jellybeans. Vitamin Waters are only making an appearance about once every other week (used to be one to two daily). I am only picking up a couple of pieces from the co-worker's candy jar instead of ten. And not every day. I am skipping donut day more often than not. I turned down a salted caramel brownie at Twirly Girls last night!!! And if I needed any more reason to cut sugar, yesterday was it.
I've written about sugar a lot more lately, if you want to read about my lower-sugary adventures:
My liver feels more cirrhosis'ed today for sure. Anyway, I know sugar is bad for me and I'm mostly over the crackhead feeling of needing to eat it, so why do I do stuff like I did yesterday? Guess it's just never that simple.