In the last month and a week, I've already had a couple of sugar snafus: twice I ate sugar accidentally. And during a bout of what may or may not have been the plague, all I could (and sometimes couldn't) keep down was Jello and Gatorade. So we're going to have to cross off that week. According to some, we should rename the blog: my almost sugar free year.
But that just isn't as catchy.
Aside from the aforementioned failu--- No. Incidents. We'll call them incidents. Aside from them, things haven't been so bad. I rarely crave sweets and when I do, I can usually quench it with fruit or quell it with distraction. Except for once.
I can't remember what my parents were parading around -- brownies, cookies. Something like that. (I've repressed it.) But I needed something sweet. So, I raided the kitchen. And this -- totally legal in terms of my sugar free year -- is what I came up with:
1 banana, sliced.
a handful of crumbled walnuts.
a teaspoon (or two) of all natural honey drizzled across the top.
I call it... the concoction. And it was delish! Hit the spot totally, and I haven't really craved sweetness ever since (at least not to the extent that required my raiding the kitchen).