Sweet Release

I think a lot of people have this misconception that I’m a health nut. This is completely untrue. I TRY to exercise regularly and I’d say that my attempts are usually successful. I TRY to eat healthily but I often fail miserably in that. Especially lately. I’m currently recovering from an Easter-induced sugar overdose. Against my better judgment I made some of those cupcakes with the mini Cadbury Crème Eggs in the center. And, of course, I ate them. (They were delightful!) The only reason I didn’t eat them all was because Mr and Mrs T were in town with their kids and therefore I HAD to share. Then I swiped some of my nephews’ sugary loot from their Easter baskets. And of course Mr and Mrs T presented me with my very own treat: a large dark chocolate See’s bunny. Unfortunately I had the brilliant idea of breaking my bunny into pieces (since it was hollow) and then dunking the ‘chips’ into peanut butter to create my very own [and far superior] version of the peanut butter cup. Then this morning, as I squeezed myself into my ‘fat pants’, the realization hit me (again for the 44th time in the last 44 days), “Wow, my fat pants are tight!” It’s all the damn sugar! I’m addicted and it’s cheap, easy and legal. (It also might be the butter but I can only fight one thing at a time and butter is the lesser of two evils.) Anyway, my point here is that I’d love to be a health nut, but I’m not. I’m just your normal sugar-addicted American woman. And I’m in desperate need of will power these days.