I started out with such promise. Like a rising star.  I survived eight days without sugar.  Eight days skipping all of my beloved desserts- even overlooking an enormous dessert tray brought to the Luna Mom’s playgroup after Stroller Strides (why do so many moms equate play with dessert?)

I felt strong.  I was in control.  I was on top of the world.
I came crashing down Saturday night while out to dinner with some friends from high school.  The sorbet trio seemed innocuous enough.  Almost healthy, really. 
But, that seemingly innocent sorbet trio led to defeat.
The following day I bought a batch of Skinny Cow flying saucers, a delightful mix of chemicals and sugar. By Wednesday, I had to buy another batch. By Friday I was purchasing chocolate chip cookies from Whole Foods, “for my husband”. 

A few days later when I returned from Trader Joe’s with chocolate covered pretzels and 2 boxes of chocolates (100 calorie bars, why not get 2?), my husband pointed out, “man, when you fall, you fall hard.” 

So, it is over. The great no sugar experiment.  Apparently 8 days is my limit.  And, clearly moderation is not for me.  I have been snacking like I am trying to bulk up to play the part of “fat friend” in a movie.
I am going to try it again. Maybe tomorrow. Or, maybe next week. After those 100 calorie bars are no longer with us.