

When mom and dad turn on the tv go for the brown bag.
When mom and dad turn on the tv go for the brown bag.
At any point of the day, you could find me consuming an undisclosed amount of sugar. Lets just say that my food pyramid is inverted and sugar is the base.
So my reason for spilling my guts? I am thinking about, no attempting to, no I AM going to go on a sugar fast for twelve days. Why the indecisiveness? Well last time I decided to go on a sugar fast it was 24 hours of see-sawing mind self-talk, "you want some candy, just go in the cupboard and get some", "no you don't need it, you can do without, you will be stronger in the race without it". All of this going on while I would walk into the kitchen then will myself to go back into the living room flinging my arms out and falling on Dan's lap all Scarlet O'Hara-esque, and asking Dan to stop me from eating our kitchen like the VeRy HunGrY CaTePiLLaR ate through its own book. And that was only for 12 hours.
If I don't die while doing this "sugar strike" or buy myself a hoop skirt and move to the south, I am hoping to be more energized and lose a little waist and hiney and have a big sprint to the end of this weight loss/runningahalfmarathon training in less than two weeks.
Please subject yourselves to this same type of deprivation with me so that I can have a support system.
Confessing and pleading,
Kyla
And I was first in line (I only had to wait in line for 20 min, thanks smiths groceries) and got it for 40% OFF! You can't beat that.
So as much as you love hearing me ramble about love and vampires, I've got to let you go so I can start reading!
**I apologize to my family in advance for neglecting you for the next few days and not feeding you anything but cereal and for not washing your favorite underwear. You can just turn it inside out the second day...