Confession

Hi.

My name is Sarah.

And I'm a Sugarholic.

I've been addicted my whole life, but the addiction became serious when I moved home to the land of the deliousness.

I am willing to admit my addiction.

I crave sugar, particularly chocolate, from about 10am til about 11pm.

I go insane, sometimes almost litterally, until I can get a fix.

If there's nothing around, I sometimes resort to eating chocolate chips.

Gross.

I often send my husband off on errands to collect some for me, at all hours of the day and night.

It's bad.

Real bad.

And I am willing to admit that I need help.

Fast.

I am sabotaging my weighloss big time.

And my digestive system hates me for it.

So.

I commit, from this day forth, to go on a sugar fast.

Until Christmas Day.

(You didn't really think I could do it forever, did you?!)

For the next 50 days, no obvious, refined sugar shall pass through these lips.

I may die.

But if I don't do it now, I never will.

I know I need a plan.

And here it is.

If When I am tempted, I will drink a glass of water.

If the craving continues I will eat a piece of fruit.

If that isn't enough I will eat a cracker.

If, after all that, I am still going crazy, I will exercise.

Walk, turbo jam, run, air climber.

Something.

After that, it'll be gum.

That's my plan.

And I'm sticking to it.

Here goes nothing.....