I haven’t cheated all week on my promise to give up sweets for 21 days. Lowest moment so far: when I saw the remains of a Tootsie Roll Pop Miss Pink had left on the counter, and I wanted to eat that little saliva-coated leftover bit of Tootsie Roll. I almost did it, and then I thought, “How crazy is it that candy controls me like this?” and I said silently to the Tootsie Roll Pop, “No! You will not defeat me!” and I threw it away. And that’s when I knew for sure that I was mentally ill.