It’s no secret that I was rather slack yesterday – oh, and the day before – with my blog posting. I could say that I’ve been busy traveling with my children. Or, preoccupied convincing Anna that her hot pink socks really do not flatter her awesome silver tennis shoes. Or, making sure John Henry has “Slow Ride” and “By Your Side” on his DSi for the plane ride. Because, he is well-rounded like that.
Or, recovering from Anna kicking me in the face with BOTH feet simultaneously in her sleep, because I failed to remember our last night sleeping together. And, the many violent times before that one.
But, it’s much more probable that my slothfulness is due to my self-inflicted sugar withdrawals. One may try to argue that sugar slows the body down; thus, my energy levels should be soaring. Physically? Perhaps. But, Junior Mints produce clarity of mind. And, they make me happy. And, isn’t that what really matters?
But, I am saying no to sugar. For now. It’s likely that I will fall off of the “Just Say No To Sugar Wagon” any day second now. Because, I love it. Luh-huv it. However, I’m going to try my darndest to resist the urge to enjoy that dark chocolate with a creamy mint center or those delightful, chewy Sour Patch Kids. Just for a while. A short while. A very, very short while.
In other news, I’m looking into the P90X training system. Of course, giving up sugar and “sweat-inducing, muscle-pumping workouts” may be a little over-kill. Don’t ya think?
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