Off To Rehab...

I've been fooling myself.
To be clear, I was a willing participant.

It's time for rehab folks.
No joke.
I fell off the wagon.

I thought I could be an occasional drinker per se.
But it just doesn't work that way.
One cookie every once in awhile, turned into two on occasion and ended
with six dozen polished off on the sly standing in front of the freezer.

It started with, "I will allow myself to eat dessert when I'm at someone else's house;"
rationalizing that as long as I didn't allow the sugar into my own home I would be safe.

All of a sudden I seemed to be inviting myself over to friend's houses
on a regular basis...
offering, of course, to bring a wonderful dessert.

It would confuse them when I asked if 8:30am was too early to stop by with my delectables.
When hearing their pause I would clarify that I would have come earlier
but I had to drop the girls off at school first.

It's a disease people....

One that I have decided I will not keep hidden from you.

Originally I began my sugar free odyssey just over a year ago.
I blogged about my progress here and here.  And here too.

Just yesterday I was searching for some photos I needed to download,
and came across some old fatty photos that helped me see where I could be headed.

Why the slow creep of the scale was not sending a loud enough message I'm not sure.
Did I mention denial is a big part of addiction?

So here we go...
I am off to rehab.

Unfortunately since I am not Oprah I end up right back in my own kitchen.
Cooking meals for my family and myself.

But I'm a year older and wiser,
and Hawaii and bathing suits are looming off in the not too near future.
So I'm ready to get back in the sugar free saddle.

Part of my journey this time is being a bit more educated on the subject.
Did you know those little boxes of raisins you send with your kidlets in lunches is... are you ready?
Filled with the equivalent of twelve teaspoons of sugar!
And that glass of orange juice or apple juice you guzzle down
may as well be a glass of soda pop.
And a healthy bowl of Muesli... seven sugar cubes.
And lets just not go down the Ketchup path.

It is hidden everywhere.
E.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.

I want to be clear.
I do not want it hiding on me.
Because unfortunately I do not do a very good job of keeping it hidden.
No matter how funky a poncho may be?
Somehow it's pretty clear what's going down.

So here's to being honest with myself and you.
I figure it's the only way to be accountable.

Have a great day.
I'm off to gnaw on some bark : )

Pray for me.
Or at the very least,
send celery.

From the depths of my crisper I thank you.

xoxo,

PS This post was generously sponsored by the Coalition of Women Bloggers Against Spanx.