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.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
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LOL!
ReplyDeleteI'm giving up frothy, syrupy coffee drinks from the cafe at the bookstore.
In the meantime, I've dreamed every night of frothy, syrupy coffee drinks.
You have an amazing willpower. I'm not sure I could have done that in the moment!
ReplyDeleteVanessa, it's just that I didn't want to break a promise to God in case I got struck by lightning or broke out in boils!
ReplyDeleteKidding, of course!