The house is a mess.
My kids have snotty noses and scary hair.
Our dog is a bum.
And I am considering giving up sugar for a week (or more if I'm not on the crazy farm come Friday).
Welcome to the week, right?!
I love sugar. Chocolate, in particular. And "love" is no understatement, folks. Love. As in, I'd consider selling one of my offspring for a container of Nutella, a pan of brownies, or a box of Girl Scout cookies. My sugar addiction is no joke and it.must.end. I have a feeling limiting the sweet stuff would lessen my headaches, even out my mood, increase my energy, and decrease the size of my backside (read: ghetto booty). All good things. But the sacrifice is steep.
Why am I telling you all of this? Well, because I figure that writing it down and publicly announcing my intentions are the best ways to guilt myself into following through.
Who's with me? I'm looking for a little support and encouragement here. A 'You can do it!' or a 'You go, girl! would be great, but really what I need is a padlock on the pantry and an fire alarm on the fridge.
And just so we're clear -- my morning cup o' joe with creamer stays. It's non-negotiable. I need it like I need my liver. Or a trip to Target.
God, be with me as I embark on this journey of the unknown. Amen.