sugar addicts, represent

I was totally going to be all glib* about my sugar addiction, but then last night, after we’d ridded the house of the Evil Chocolate Cake of Evil and had a sensible, sugar-free dinner, I lost my shit and had to inhale an entire box of Cadbury Creme Eggs just to keep from killing people with my hands. That’s addict behavior, people.

(In related news, the Cadbury Creme Eggs were delicious.)

So apparently kicking my sugar habit is going to be slightly more effort than simply tossing the last of the chocolate cake and not baking another one. Who knew? I’d like to say I’m totally optimistic but let’s face it, I’m not a sugar-free sort of girl. It’s not even like I want to cut out sugar entirely – just processed sugar, mostly, and the goal is to cut down rather than cut out. But for serious, if I have to mainline chocolate just to keep sane? That’s probably, you know, a bad sign.

Though it would definitely help if I could get my hands on some honey and almonds and fresh ricotta. That is a dessert I can get behind.

*And yes, I mean that in the Tom Cruise-iest way possible.