Getting Off The Sugar Train

Wedding Cake at Cory and Eric’s wedding on the Cape.

Chocolate Cake in Barcelona

Crème Caramel in Maine

In the last months I have been on three vacations, a wedding at the Cape, family trip to Spain and old friend reunion in Maine. This gaggle of vacations have been more fun than any one person deserves, especially when I have been as naughty as I was in relation to my eating. There is something about vacations that make my palate say, “celebrate.”
Well, the party’s over. I have had a lax relationship with my scale for a while. Not that I needed the scale to tell me what I was doing to myself. My bra did that quite nicely. When you have to move hook rows you know you are headed in a direction that was in my cases the wrong way.
My relationship with food is one I need to pay constant attention to and sometimes I take a break that gets too out of control. This last week in Maine was a sugar extravaganza that I will be paying for for two months of clean living.  
Today was the start of my sugar detox. It takes a few days to fully get myself free of that sweet demon, but by Tuesday I should be good. The trick is to keep busy and stay hydrated and well rested. If the desire for sugar rears it’s ugly head the best thing I can do is take a nap. I have found that it is practically impossible for me to bake brownies in my sleep. See that is about the only way I could get some sugar since our house is fairly treat free.
I am hoping that even if I go on another vacation I can stick to the no sugar life style. This idea that I get to take a vacation from healthy eating is over. It has been a delicious few months, but now it is time for my bras to fit better. Back to more treadmill time and no tastes of chocolate. It sounds worse than it is. Dropping recently added pounds can be just as exhilarating as eating a blueberry pie, it just is a much slower reward.
So goodbye sugar. Hello thighs not rubbing together. Farewell white flour. Welcome flatter tummy. So long naughty snacks. Bring on the fruit. It’s time to pay the piper and it was a long beautiful song, that unfortunately ha turned into an ear worm I need to rid myself of.