Last week I swore off sweets. No hidden candy stashes, no oreos for breakfast, no dessert. It lasted five days.
(But I've been SO tired! Sugar=ENERGY)
Monday night we had a chocolate fountain for a family treat. I also had several handsful of m&m's for my bedtime snack; I would have dipped those in the chocolate fountain as well, but I didn't want to share. Tuesday morning I ate Pepperidge Farm Raspberrry Milano distinctive cookies for breakfast.
For lunch I had a PB&J, but chased that down with the free sugar cookie at the grocery store (for kids 12 and under) and a grape (truly) popsicle for afterschool snack. I climbed in bed at 6:30 with my book and the rest of the m&m's, (telling my oldest son to listen for the kitchen timer to beep and come tell me, because that was when I needed to make the jazz band and ballet drop-off and pick-up runs) and only got through half a page before I was comatose. I only left the bed at 8:30 to brush my teeth and say goodnight to the four youngest.
Thank goodness for driving children, because they recognized that I was in no shape to drive. (I was not intoxicated with sugar) I was then plagued with wierd dreams about terrorism and men with hollow heads and mounted fans in the back to keep the dust out of their cavities (I looked for brains, but didn't see any).