Today I'm officially two weeks sugar-free...and it was a little harder than the first week. Granted, there were no awful headaches, but there were more (it seemed) temptations:
Maui Loa Chocolate Covered Macadamia Nuts - a co-worker brought these in from her trip to Hawaii. I've eaten these before so I knew what I was missing. And it was painful. I tried to take routes in the office that didn't pass by them.
Chocolate Covered Miscellaneous - another co-worker brought in candy from her trip to Costa Rica (yes...my co-workers take some pretty awesome vacations!). There were, among others, chocolate covered espresso & coffee beans. I am a huge fan of those...but I never had any from Costa Rica! Oh well. I stayed late in the office and I was tired and a little stressed. A few of those would have been so nice. But I resisted.
Cookies as Big as My Head - I actually have a pretty small head, but in cookie terms it's big. I had a day of professional training at a nice hotel. At lunch they had an entire table of giant cookies. They were roughly the size of a small salad plate. I wish I'd remembered to take a photo. I could have used one of these cookies during the update on tax rules. Yawn!
Sweets Smorgasbord - I went to a choir concert last night and afterwards there was a pot-luck type of reception with all kinds of treats. Cookies, brownies, toffee, mini muffins, chocolates, & more (you can see for yourself the array of delightful desserts that I passed up).
One thing has made it easier this time - since, as I've noted before, I've tried to quit sweets many many times. I have a defined amount of time that I am trying to go without sugar - One Year. It's much easier to work within those constraints. Before, I would try to quit and then I'd give up because I couldn't imagine going sugar-free for the rest of my life.But for some reason, the idea that I can have a sugar-filled extravaganza on day 366 keeps me going.
What's the point of going a whole year without sugar, just to gluttonously return to it as soon as I'm done? I guess I'm hoping that after living without it for so long, I won't want it back in my life (at least not permanently). Maybe a once-a-year sugar fest will be good enough. Maybe it will make me feel so crappy that I am reminded as to why I gave it up.