Things my Nana says

I was thinking this morning that I need to get back on track with my road to recovery from sugar addiction.  To say I've fallen off the wagon is an understatement - I've fallen off the wagon, wandered off in the woods and lost sight of the trail altogether.  As I say that, I have a small pile of candy next to me on the couch to sustain me until dinner....Reese's cups and KitKat snack size candy.  From the large bag of them I bought to sustain us on the overnight flight back from the Pacific Northwest on Saturday night/Sunday morning.  I mean, we were going to be asleep, why did I need 4 lbs of chocolate for us to get us through a 5 hour flight?

I did weigh myself this morning, with one eye closed and the other squinting so the explosion of the digits reaching that high wouldn't blind me.  I was surprised to see that I was at 161 still so not as bad as I expected.  Still I am supposed to be at 138 so accepting 161 isn't an option either.  The nutritionist has told me not to be so hard on myself that sugar addiction is like any other addiction in that it is really difficult to kick the habit.  Like smokers that attempt over and over to give up the bad habits, it's gonna take me a couple of false starts to get there.

During our vacation, the phrase "eat the meat, that's what you paid for!" came up when we'd be out eating and someone wasn't gonna finish their meal.  This is something that we've all heard from my Nana who grew up during the Depression and would keep me at the table until I finished everything on my plate. Nana is great for sayings like "Four is too many" when referring to the number of bracelets one should wear on one wrist or telling my brother whose hair is receding to let his hair grow in or that I should color my hair so I won't look old.  Nanas are great that way - stating the obvious or telling it like they see it.  When you grow up spending lots of time with your grandmother like I did, things they say stick with you like when she told me that the bubbles from the hydrogen peroxide on my scratches was the smoke from the guns in the battle between the medicine and the germs.  However, like someone recently said to me, I need to let go of my childhood hangups and move on.

So, I am working on not feeling like I need to clean my plate and everyone else's on the table.  Not feeling completely grossed out and uncomfortable after a meal is well worth the price of the meat I didn't eat...even though I paid for it.

Off to get the wee one ready for bed, more later!

Sugar Addict