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I face planted today in the middle of my triumphant "I've got this march". Not literally which is lucky but random sweet things still seemed to be shoved into my mouth. I blame my inner fat chick. And chocolate muffins, and cinnamon buns, and frosted chocolate cup cakes.. and zebra cakes, and tiny children that only take a bite of something and then hand it to me and say. I'm done. All that, and needy children, and 6 hours of sleep is a bad combination. It's like asking an alcoholic to set up a wine cellar.
Tomorrow is another day and today I have announced my pie hole to be officially shut. I kind of wonder if I tried a sugar fast how far I would get. Could I go a week without sugar? How badly would I whine? How many family members would be permanently scared? I know I can do it. I have done it. I just haven't done it in a very long time. Then again declaring today is the day almost definitely means failure. Then again.. there is only 2 hours before bedtime. As long as I don't start sleep walking I could make it through these next two hours....
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