One of my resolutions/'things to do' this year was to give up sugar for the months of January and February. Part of this decision was driven by my sister's upcoming wedding in the Dominican Republic, because...goodbye to jeans and sweaters and hiding from the general public, and hello to bathings suits and cameras and pictures that will be around for-e-ver.
Things are definitely not beach or wedding ready in the weight department, you know?
But the other part of the decision hinged on my ridiculously crazy sweet tooth, and the fact that I can shovel through a bag of M&Ms like nobody's business if I don't monitor myself incredibly carefully.
Oh, and also, the realization that all of those Oreos I consumed while pregnant may just be the cause of my daughter's own sweet tooth didn't hurt. Thankfully, her sweet tooth extends just as much to grapes as it does to chocolate at the moment, but who knows how long that will last?
One way or another, I need to set a better example for her.
And I'm trying. Really, I am.
But then, I had a bad day yesterday. And it kind of compounded a couple of other bad days that have been had recently. And Steve was traveling for work. And Brigid didn't want to go to bed. And I didn't really want to deal with any of it. So I took to stress eating any form of sugar I could find in the house, which just happened to be stale candy corn.
I'm pretty sure that's the definition of a sugar problem right there, because candy corn isn't my sugar of choice on a good day, but stale? There was probably a better decision to be made at that moment, is what I'm saying.
I'm a work in progress, I guess. Here's to making that better decision today!