So I decided to quit eating sugar without really thinking about all the things that actually contain sugar. Like bread. And peanut butter. And salad dressing. And almost everything else in the ENTIRE WORLD. So now I’m retroactively going back and reading books about what, exactly, I’m getting myself into. It’s annoying. But good for me. Really, really good for me. And good for me is good! I’m embracing good for me!
Y’know what else is good for me? Exercise. And because I worked late every night last week (including canceling my birthday dinner—sigh) I had to cancel all my trainer sessions. Now tomorrow I’m going back and Rita is going to KICK MY A.S.S. And I’m going to be like, hey, aren’t you about to get married? Why don’t you just go off to Costa Rica and dress up in a fancy white dress and be all happy and get all married and just let me suffer here in my soulless, sugarless, miserable existence.
This no sugar thing is going to get better, right?
Have I mentioned I don’t have air conditioning? Because no air conditioning on top of no sugar is MAKING ME CRAZY. And usually the no air conditioning is fine, but with the smoke from the wildfires and the heat and the no wind… my brain is baked.
Which reminds me...
I want a cookie.