We live in one of those "walkable" neighborhoods -- suburban but built to encourage folks to walk around and buy and eat. Today, walking to the dry cleaners, I had my choice of about 20 restaurants, not including the Starbucks, "counter stuff" at Target, gelato, ice cream, chocolate, and pastry shops. There's sugar and simple carbs every 35 feet.
Looking at folks entering the burger joint, I shake my head -- stop, death is beyond that door! Milk shakes -- listen, you are killing yourself and your kids!! Don't get that Pad Thai, it's full of sugar and white flour! Run. Save your life. Now. Before you end up LIKE ME.
Man, I miss that stuff. I'd almost trade all my distress inks for a bowl of mac and cheese. Almost.
I escaped with nothing! (Helps to bring no money).
Day Four concludes and I'm still Fed Up with sugar and simple carbs. Not an ounce has passed my lips and I'm in danger of becoming one of my least favorite types of people -- a zealot. I swear that once the 10 day challenge is done, my blog will not be full of holier than thou anti sugar posts. Either I'll keep it up and shut up about it, or I'll be back eating the crack.
Note to self -- promised to make Mike's fave Brownie Cheesecake for him. ARRGH.