We are self-diagnosed sugar-a-holics. Love, love, love the sweet stuff. Cake balls, cookies, candy, cereal . . . its all good. After the New Year's party this year, Elizabeth and I were left to clean up. And, we did. We cleaned up the dessert table. It was a gruesome scene, as we stuffed fistfulls of cake batter popcorn and cookies in our mouths. A gluttonous nightmare:
We are changing our ways. For Lent, we are removing sugar from our menus. Even Elizabeth - the girl who puts sugar on her sugar - is on board. No more hoarding cake balls like a back alley hooker hoards crack. Its going to be tough going. I anticipate a lot of four letter words being thrown around. But, we are doing it, and here is why.
Two days ago, I was standing [practically] naked in my bathroom, and my husband told me that I should really be skinnier considering all the running and strength training that I do. What the heck, right? I promise that he really wasn't trying to be a jerk.
I was in better shape a year ago than I am today.
I workout hard. I watch what I put in my pie hole. I count every calorie. So what's the deal? What's up with my thutt and my gut and why can't I get rid of the 5 lbs that I've put on since Halloween? I'm no brain surgeon, but maybe its because I can't keep my spoon out of the sugar bowl.
So, tomorrow begins my experiment to cut all fructose from my diet. Because Elizabeth is joining me on this quest to
Tonight, it is only appropriate that we eat this for dinner:
Yes, that is a waffle covered in peanut butter and frozen yogurt with a side of peanut butter chips, chocolate chips, and banana. I'm going face first into that thing, and I bet there will be pictures.
I'm quitting(errr. . . limiting) my sugar for Lent . . . I have decided that the letter C is the best.
It kicks all the other letters around town. Twice. I've made a list of all the things in life that make me happy: (in no particular order) Cookies, Candy, Cake, Cocktails, Coffee creamer. . .and oh, yeah, my Children. All Cs. While I'm not going to give up the cocktails or my children for Lent, all the rest have to go.
But how? I need a game plan. I know myself. Jenni is a bad ass. She is hard core and I imagine she's going to kick sugar's ass like Bruce Lee in a 1970s kung fu movie. I'm the soft core version of this little experiment. More like a Susan Lucci bitch fight on All My Children.