The love affair must end

Enough is enough. I've been talking the talk for so long now, but I'm not 100% walking the walk. We eat healthy, traditional, whole food meals. But then I always end up sneaking some type of sugary junk. It makes me feel DISGUSTING, but it's just so hard to stop. Sugar is so addictive. Within 15 minutes of eating sugar my vision goes blurry, I get dizzy, I feel shaky and weak, I get tired, I start feeling depressed, short-tempered, hopeless, and panicky. Why do I do this to myself? A little chocolate for all of those horrible side effects? It's not worth it. I would never ever feed my kids that junk, why should I treat myself any differently? Sugar is my love affair. I use it to reward myself. As soon as the kids are both down for naps I run to the kitchen to my secret stash. If Rhett has to go back into work at night, I run to the kitchen. If I've had a hard day, I run to the kitchen. I always seem to justify just one more indulgence. It's always the last time, right?

I guess I feel like if I publicly admitted to my nutritional short-comings then I might take more responsibility. It's time to take that last step into my dietary changes and STOP with the sugar. Of course, being that tomorrow is my birthday, I won't start until Wednesday (justification, I know). But, it's over. I'm breaking up with sugar. Goodbye sugar. You haven't been good to me.