Days Without Sugar: A Year Without Sugar

A Year Without Sugar! Last year, Noël was my Waterloo; the stress and the plethora of desserts caught up to me in my mom’s laundry room, after all but me had gone to bed.  The guilt and horrible realization I was going to have to return home and re-set my sign to 0 made a …

Days Without Sugar: Day 50 (again)

Hump Day! Halfway to 100! It’s all downhill coasting from here. Had I been stronger, or at least slower, giving myself time to think more, on the evening of December 25th, I’d today be preparing for an imminent Day 125. That regret really motivates me now, today. I’ve thought lately that 150 days would be …

Ma nouvelle sonnette de velo, de Lynne!

Merci a ma chere amie Lynne qui m’as envoyé un tel cadeau pour Noël, de Laval! C’est la sonnette de velo la plus choutte que j’ai jamais vu; ca me fait sourire, et me fait sentir comme Le Petit Nicholas avec son premier velo! J’ai découvert l’emballage ce matin apres une promenade le long le …

The Bitter Taste of Defeat, aka No Surrender

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak: After making it through Christmas Day and dinner resisting all the shortbread and peanut butter chocolate balls, after discovering there wasn’t even any pie to worry about impressing my mom by eating, I met a temporary Waterloo upon stumbling over the leftovers of the peach trifle …

Days without sugar: 69, dude!

A friend texted me last night to ask, “Why are you doing this?”, and, my Friendly Neighborhood Passerby Encouragement Cheerleader Carrie dropped by another (beautifully printed) card for the holidays, also including a few questions and her email. Why: Because I am was a slave, to sugar and the sugar industry, and I realized why …