sugar and spice and everything nice
I totally fell off the wagon yesterday. In fact, I hurled myself from the wagon yesterday with vehemence into a relapse. (Damn Krispy Kreme donuts--you know the ones, with the chocolate icing and sprinkles. It's those damn sprinkles. They taunted me!) I must admit that I am not surprised. I had a very stressful, emotional weekend. And the particular kind of stress I felt ALWAYS leads me to sugar.
My relapse experience was odd, funny, fascinating and frightening all at the same time. While I have never taken drugs (of the illegal variety, anyway) and have zero interest in ever doing so, I feel like my experience yesterday (and other experiences in my life) gave me just the smallest insight into what some components of true addiction might be like. The compulsion--the drive (literally, in my case, yesterday) toward something I KNOW is unhealthy/wrong/bad for me--and the uncontrollable stream of conversation in my head convincing me to "just take that drug (or sugar) and it will all feel better" are powerful. While I was fully aware of what I was doing, I could not stop myself. Crazy.
So, today is day one. Again. I'm aiming for 30 days clean. No sugar. Here I go!