I suppose the first warning bell should have gone off when I started eating dry hot chocolate mix…with a spoon.
Or perhaps, the true sign should have been when I polished off a jar of hot fudge from the refrigerator.
Yesterday, I had a revelation:
My name is Melissa McKean, and I am a sugar addict.
I’ve been trying to cut back on my sugar intake lately, but I’ve struggled slightly. <snort> Slightly? Who am I kidding? My sugar addiction is out of hand.
Here’s how it works. I go through the whole day without craving candy. And then I come home, I eat dinner, and about an hour later, I go on this zombie-crazed mission for sugar. Brad watches in complete horror as I scour the cabinets, until I finally manage to satisfy my sweet tooth (my head may even spin around a few times in the process).
It’s becoming a problem, as my teeth are likely to fall out any day now.
However, it was yesterday, when I ate so many chocolate eggs that my teeth actually began to ache, that I realized this is the perfect first Melissa upgrade.
So, I’ve decided that tomorrow is the day that I stop eating sugar. Now, I’m not going to go all anti-sugar crazy. I know that there are all kinds of hidden sugars in breads and fruits. And I’m not going to attempt to cut those things out…I’m all about baby steps.
However, my goal is this…
<climbs on soap box> As God as my witness, I will cut candy out of my life and do what I can to drastically reduce my sugar intake!
1.) No more bags of candy.
2.) No more sugar in my coffee.
3.) No more sugary coffee creamer.
4.) ATTEMPT to resist treats at work, without offending anyone.
Why am I telling you this? Well, I thought if I blogged it, then it will hold me accountable. So…I’ll try to post regularly. And if I don’t…well, you’ll know that I fell into a sugar-deprived coma, and you may be able to find me curled up in a corner in the throes of a major sugar withdrawal.
(At least I’m not dramatic at all.)