Friday February First was my Feast of Friends; I chose it for the alliterative mnemonic, and around 15 people showed up for a potluck dinner. I’ve wanted a paper The Count since even before I first put up the window scoreboard; I advertised on craigslist gigs, and incredibly, a graphic artist named Buffy Jeffs from …
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Days Without Sugar: Day 38

Friday February First was my Feast of Friends; I chose it for the alliterative mnemonic, and around 15 people showed up for a potluck dinner.

I’ve wanted a paper The Count since even before I first put up the window scoreboard; I advertised on craigslist gigs, and incredibly, a graphic artist named Buffy Jeffs from less than 2 blocks away responded almost immediately, and delivered it so fast that we had it to admire over potluck together.
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I overeat significantly at event meals, yet this dinner became a totally different experience: I never had any urge to get a huge plate of food, or a fourth plate of food.  I noticed this early on in the evening, and it stayed constant.  Since it’s so out of character for me, I wondered if it was somehow related to not overeating sugar.  I really preferred that kind of evening to overstuffing myself until it hurts to move.  What am I, a boa constrictor?

Also on the same day, my mom made a trek all the way into Toronto to Parkdale with the truck to present me with quite a lot of beautiful gifts.  It was like a 12 year old’s birthday: a CCM bike from a Mennonite shop she knows, and two cardboard boxes of groceries, including dozens of rolls and buns with butter AND margarine for the potluck dinner, bananas, a pineapple and a watermelon, and almonds from the bulk store, and… dried apricots.  And more, too!!  I was really I’m allowed fruit, so I don’t see a problem with dried fruit (although we can eat far more dried fruit since it doesn’t have water volume).  I can see already it’s going to be a sort of test for me; it’s not easy to resist these delicious beauties.  If I get worried I’ll ask a neighbor to store them for me for a while.  I’d be too disappointed to turn the scoreboard back to 00, though — that’s surely enough incentive for me to be mindful.

Seriously though, these dried apricots are some of the best I’ve ever had; they’re so soft and tender.  It’s almost like biting into apricot jam; they’re really that tender.  It’s easy to remember why I used to eat so much sugar; it takes you away, and it makes you happy.