Monday, April 9, 2012

What now????

Yesterday, I said that I didn't have any desire to eat a cookie after Saturday night's binge-fest. That really was true.   Mostly.  At least it was true at 10:00 a.m.

Elizabeth, though, was excited for Lent to be over. The thought of partaking - even if just a little - in all the things she had been depriving herself of was intoxicating.

Remember all the things she gave up?

And so, she really did want to do some Easter celebrating.   And celebrate she did.   In her own words:

I fell off the wagon at breakfast: 

not one, but two.

The wagon ran over me at lunch: 

cinnamon rolls
yellow peeps
Reese's pieces
And two more cookies.

The horses pulling the wagon poo pooed on me at dinner:  

one piece
two pieces

large stack

And one more stuffed cookie, of course.

I couldn't help myself. It was a sad, sad sight. As I sat down on the couch last night at 9:30 with my last plate of goodies, I looked over at EZ-Go Joe and the look on his face was a mixture of shock and disgust, and I think I saw a little bit of pity in there. It was a sad, sad sight.

And boy am I paying the price today. I feel like I got hit by a mack donut truck.

Headache, body ache, gut rot. . . it's a sugar hangover. The way that I feel today it absolute proof positive that the sweet stuff is bad for you. Not once have I ever woken up after eating lbs and lbs of roasted veggies and felt like this. 

So, that's her story.  Meanwhile, I was actually reasonably well-behaved yesterday.  It was Easter Sunday though; so I had one leftover oreo suprise cookie. But that was it.

One cookie - after a 40 day sabbatical - isn't so bad - even if it is the equivalent of three chocolate chip cookies and an Oreo. 

And, I had one slip-up today when I celebrated my dad's birthday with some of my mom's cherry pie.

It is reduced sugar though.  I promise.  The average
person cannot eat my mom's cherry pie without ice cream.

Today, we are back on the straight and narrow.  But, what we've decided is that going sugar-free during Lent was actually the easy part.  It was easy because:

1. The concept was new and exciting to us.

2. Neither one of us were going to break Lent. Period.
Now the challenge really begins.  Because now that there isn't the religious motivation to keep to clean living, it will be a lot easier to just say "oh that one little Reese's peanut butter cup won't hurt." 

And why shouldn't we relax a little?

The first reason is because, when it comes to the two of us, exceptions beget exceptions.

One peanut butter cup becomes two. Then three.  One Oreo becomes half a dozen.

The second reason is because we agree that we really do feel better when we aren't eating all the garbage.  

The third reason would be are all the physical benefits that we can't see or feel but are reaping on the inside (e.g. reduced risk of heart disease, cancer, diabetes, liver disease, blah, blah, blah).

So, today, we are resolved to continue to just say no to dessert and added sugars . . .
. . . for at least 21 more days.  Then, there's this thing called Germanfest in a nearby town - complete with a 15K, free beer (if you run 9 miles in the blazing sun at NOON!), and fried . . .  well, fried EVERYTHING.

We are gonna be there.  And, we'll be packing away the struesel, sausage on a stick, Texas Taters, and funnel cakes.  It's nice to have something to look forward to.

Auf Wiedersehen,
Jenni and Elizabeth

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