I didn't have any candy on Monday, or Tuesday, despite it not being December yet. So I guess I'm already starting my sugar-less (not sugarless) sojourn. There's a square of Ghiradelli Dark Chocolate in my lunch bag. It's been there for 3 days and I'm going to have to either throw it away or give it to my mother tonight when I get home (she takes care of Baby one afternoon a week.) All the magazines extol the virtues of dark chocolate in moderation, and really it is my favorite form of candy, but if I want to do this right I'm going to have to include it on the banned list - for now. (Sniff.)
Already I feel lighter. You know how you read or hear about people saying that they've given up things to God, because they just can't do anything about it anymore, so they just release it to a higher power? I sort of feel like that. I'm not sure God really cares all that much about my post-baby pudge or my emotional eating. Goodness, there are so many other pressing things to deal with. But I do feel like I've let go of something that had been weighing me down, and whomever received it, more power to you.
There's absolutely no reason on Earth that I can't do this. Taking this seemingly small step towards better physical and emotional health and balance could be just the beginning, the beginning of a lifetime of healthier habits and inner peace. Inner peace operating on a sliding scale, that is - I am what I am, as Popeye says.