I managed to follow my paltry two rules meticulously until the last three days of the last week. Screw it, I thought. I’m stressed and cranky and having a breakdown or whatever.* I can do better next month. So I had dessert. Two days worth of dessert.
But a weird thing happened: after two days of sugar, I didn’t want any more.
Which is so not a thing I ever thought I’d say.
Anyway, the stats:
You see that dip there at the end? That was me, stuffing my face with ice cream sandwiches and my first Snickers bar in a month. (And the climb on the very last day was me nursing a wicked sugar hangover.)
Isn’t it pretty and shiny?
I’m playing again this month; you can follow along here. Sign up for next month while you’re there! You can even be on my team. Maybe.