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Chocolate/Sweets Withdrawals

I hate the holidays for one reason and one reason only. I am so addicted to sugar. I love it and can't say no. So, the holidays come around and I eat. Then at some point I decide enough is enough and I quit. The problem? I have the worst withdrawals. I crave and think about sugar constantly, which of course is just torture! So, tonight as I sit here watching TV for a minute I am craving something yummy. I guess it is no wonder that I am struggling with losing weight, huh. Of course most of the commercials have to do with food. The last one I just saw was a commercial about pie and ice cream. Yum. It doesn't help my resolve that I have to see commercials that tempt me. Ah, the insanity of it all. :o)

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Kate said…
I understand you completely!! I am so addicted to sugar too. When I tell myself I am not going to eat it anymore, then it is all I can think about. If only I could just watch The Biggest Loser all the time- that makes me never want to eat again! Sorry that I have no great advice to get through it!
Toone's Goones said…
I have a stash in my closet that everyone knows is there. I keep it there to keep the kids out of it. Ken raids it as often as I do. I also will keep baking goodies in there. Holidays, we love them too much. We always have the tight jeans to show.
Breezy said…
I feel your pain! And literaly it IS painful!!!
One of the first things I'm gonna ask the Lord when I get to the other side:

Why'd you make so many of the healthy foods taste...not so desireable, while the majority of the really-bad-for-us foods tasted oohhhhhh sooooooo desireable?

Hmm...maybe I need to go have a scoop of ice cream while I ponder that question. ;)

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