DAY 11

I meant, the day AFTER tomorrow, I would finish that thought. That's what I meant.

But first, a little word of encouragement for you fellow sugar-kickers: I think, I think, that it really might work. I'm beginning to think it's possible that we maybe, might, could kick this sugar-craving habit. I think. Possibly.

Last night I was working at our family snow-cone stand. (Oh. I didn't tell you that part, did I? Uhm, Yeah. But it's going to help get seven kids through college. The Nobel Peace Prize was founded by a munitions baron. You don't see anybody calling him a hypocrite, do you?) Anyway, I was stuck down there, and I was hungry. I called my son to ask him to bring me an apple. Couldn't fit me into his packed schedule...said to call his sister. I texted my daughter. She was in a movie. Great. I was honestly, legitimately hungry. And there were two chocolate chip cookies on the counter. My mom had left them for the kids. They ate all but two. Two.

Let me reiterate: These were The Home Made Chocolate Chip Cookies of My Childhood. I was hungry. I was bored. I was miffed. They were there.

Heck, yeah, I ate one.

At least, I started to.

And it was sweet. Really, really sweet. Too sweet.

It tasted too sweet.

One half a cookie was enough.

Because it was too sweet.