It never ceases to amaze me how much I think I'm over sugar- only to be constantly tempted by it again. I know I've dragged on and on in every post about it- but it seriously consumes my life at the moment- so it has to naturally consume all of my posts too. Feel free to skip this post if you're tired of hearing about it.
In my church- Monday night is usually the night set aside for FHE- family home evening. It's a night designated once a week for families to do something together. As single people, we don't have families of our own so the church has activities for the singles to come and participate in a group FHE. It's a nice way for the singles to mingle and try to meet someone. I am on the committee for FHE- and every Monday we have something for the singles to do, ranging from service projects to yoga. Some of the activities obviously correlate with whatever time of year it is. Last night was pumpkin carving and frosting Halloween cookies. This is the 4th night in a row where sugar was RIGHT in my face. Friday night was Haunted Hayride in LA- we ate at In N Out before the ride and had frozen yogurt/hot chocolate afterwards...I had none of course. Sat night was the sleepover for my friend's birthday; I already told you about that night. Sunday night was the pumpkin bar fiasco (Sunday night is always treat night- if you're not making treats at home, there's usually a dessert party somewhere close by you can hit up), and last night was FHE- frosting sugar cookies. We did frosting sugar cookies around Valentine's Day back in February and delivered them to a local nursing home and it was a huge success; so I wasn't surprised when it came up as another activity.
Even though I've made it through every other night successfully, last night was really hard. Really really hard. I didn't have any cookies or frosting or anything, but I am starting to get tired of always having it right in my face. I feel like every night I'm headed into a battlezone. I didn't think when I entered the house last night that I would have such a fight; especially with the feeling of pride about how far I've come- but it only took a matter of seconds to smell the sugar cookies and see all of the cute sugar decor to sprinkle on the cookies after frosting them before I realized I was in a full blown war.
Last night my friend Pete, who has no idea that I'm abstaining from sugar, tried to make me a cookie. A little gray ghost with red eyes and a pissed off mouth. I thanked him, but declined. He tried to show me how cute the ghost was before I finally convinced him to stuff the damn ghost in his own mouth and leave me alone. Then Bryan brought me a cookie. Bryan knows I'm not having sugar, so I just glared at him until he remembered. I watched him eat three more cookies before he was finally satisfied. Person after person visited the sugar cookie table and made cookies for themselves while I stewed in the kitchen, watching. I didn't know what to do with myself;the pumpkin carving had not begun yet so I had nothing to do. I felt so out of place and weird. It was everywhere; candy bars, candy corn, and sugar cookies and frosting were strewn out everywhere. I took to making grilled cheese sandwiches in the kitchen for anyone who wanted one- just to give my hands something to do. Yes- I tried to leave in the beginning but the FHE president insisted I stay and since I haven't been to any FHE's in months, I knew she was right- I owed it to her to stay and help.
I wasn't aware before- how much it consumes our lives. Driving down the street yesterday, I was stuck behind a semi-truck that had pictures of Dreyer's ice cream on the side of it. Even when I'm driving it's in my face.
Am I being overly dramatic? Probably. Do I care? No. This is a hard battle. But I made it one more day.
12 days and counting...