I haven’t wanted to say anything about this before, because I thought if I mentioned it I would fall off the wagon (kind of like the boy who cried wolf), but I’ve been off sugar for about four weeks now.  If you’ve learned anything about me it’s that sugar is a huge part of my life. As a matter of fact I would call it a part of my actual being.  Like sarcasm or humor at inappropriate times. But my weight loss has been at a standstill for quite some time and I have had to face facts: sugar and I are not the best of friends anymore.  Nor am I friends with the deep fryer. (Unless things are fried in Olestra.  I don’t care what that stuff is, I love it. So what if it give me the runs.  That’s a bonus in my book!)  

I actually promised God that I would not eat sweets or fried foods until my birthday (This Friday!  Mark your calendars!)  And I’ve been pretty good. Really good as a matter of fact.  I’ve lost at least one pound per week. Even though I fell off the wagon on Saturday at the Round Top Antiques Fair.  I mean who could say no to this bit o’ Texas?*

(That’s me with my friend Jay from Utah who was in Texas last week. We met up at the antiques fair and had a rip roaring good time as only mothers who are spending the whole day without children can.)

This is how dedicated I am:  I have had $70 worth of Easter candy sitting in my closet for two weeks.  I haven’t eaten a single piece. I haven’t even opened a bag and inhaled. 

I’m impressing myself tremendoulsy.

*Funnel Cakes make me weak in the knees. But only if they have cinnamon. Powdered sugar is a joke. FYI, the funnel cakes at the Utah State Fair do not come with cinnamon sugar. I may or may not have brought my own ziploc full of it to the fair each year.