Day 6!  Almost through it!

I like leeks, but leeks aren't very filling.  I drank my soup and ate my leeks for breakfast and lunch yesterday, but I had to supplement at 1:00 with a cheese stick and a banana because I was starving.

I had every intention of leeking it up today too but I ate a whole grapefruit instead of only half for breakfast.  I was feeling like pouring myself a cup of soup but then someone informed me that the building was serving free breakfast in the lobby.  I got a tiny bit of cheesy hashbrowns, a dab of eggs and salsa, and a bit of fruit.  I watered down half a small bottle of OJ with a can of Mendota Sparkling.  I'll do the same thing tomorrow.

I overcame a HUGE hurdle too.  There were piles of waffles with great big bowls of syrup and strawberry sauce and blueberry sauce and whipped cream staring at me down there.

.......Waffles.......waffles.............waffles........ngh *twitch*

BUT I JUST KEPT ON WALKING!  WOO HOO!

I'm going to celebrate this victory on Saturday with a plate of sweet potato waffles and sugar free syrup. 

I blame my husband for my indiscretions last night.

He signed up for the cookie exchange at work and he made Ina Garten's Pecan Squares.  Yeah... go take a gander at those and tell me you could ever resist them.  He kept on asking me to help him with various things (where's the mixer?  Does this look right?  Do you think these are done yet?  Can you put these on a pan?  GAH!) like some kind of sadist.  And all the while the house smells like pecan pie and chocolate.  All I wanted to do was hide in the bedroom. 

I had three.  I feel terrible about it.

I barely ate any of my BBQ mock duck po' boy at the Triple Rock last night and now it lives in my freezer until Wednesday.  Until then it's leeks, leeks, leeks for me. 

I came home Friday and was so mentally exhausted I fell asleep at 6:00 PM and didn't wake up until 7:00 AM.  So at least there went one whole night of temptation.

Yesterday was OK, but I did drink beer, which I didn't really want to do this weekend since alcohol is just fuel for the craving fire.  But, damn it, it was good beer from Great Waters.  I just can't go wrong with that Tesla Coil IPA, especially if it's from the cask.  Then later Dan handed me a Summit IPA and it was already open... so I drank half and fell asleep.

Today I'm feeling slightly less inclined to freebase Splenda.  We just got back from the grocery store.  Holy crap, you just don't realize how completely surrounded by sugar we all are until you can't have any.  You can't go six inches in any direction without being bombarded by it.  I've been eating grapes, oranges, and bananas and I just tore into a box of raisins.  I'm being good, though.  Moderation.

I was supposed to be eating leeks and leek soup all weekend a la French Women Don't Get Fat but I guess I'll just have to do it tomorrow and Tuesday instead.  It's too hard when friends want to go out to eat.  We'll be having dinner at the Triple Rock tonight.

Ohhhh yeeaaaahhhhh... Mock Duck BBQ Po' Boy... *gurgle* 

As predicted, I'm not doing so well today. I NEED SUGAR. I went to the grocery store and the first thing I saw was temptation: hot apple cider. I resisted and loaded up my cart with fruit.

The good: no headaches so far due to a steady input of green tea to replace the caffeine. No slip-ups so far. I haven't killed anybody yet. I slept very well last night without any chemical aid.

The bad: I've been shaking and lethargic and I'm having a hard time concentrating.

The ugly: I've got a huge blister on my foot from my cute-but-evil shoes and walking around the skyways yesterday. At least the pain keeps my mind off of the brownie cookies and cinnamon rolls in the food cube down the hall.

Last night I coped by keeping myself busy. I cut up vegetables, made soup, and relaxed in the bedroom. This morning my husband saw the evidence of last night's bedroom relaxing.

Him: "Were you sitting in bed, smoking grass, reading a book, and listening to Pink Floyd? That's awesome!"

Me: "No, I was sitting in bed, reading a magazine, and listening to Pink Floyd."

Him: "That's a little less cool than it could have been."

Me: "I was reading Real Simple."

Him: "Never mind, that's pretty lame."

This handsome fellow is my mascot for at least the next week. 

I'm a sugar addict.  I'm trying desperately to get the sugar monkey off my back.  I had my last piece of $7 peanut butter cup about an hour ago (that's another story!) and now I'm prepared for all the nasty withdrawal symptoms that await me.

Seriously, I get withdrawal symptoms.  I'm going to be wearing my crabby pants for a few days.  Wish me luck.