So, what happened?
I happened. Yet again, my lack of focus and follow-through ruled the day(s). And not very many days after this latest effort began.
I’m addicted. Not to make light of the real disease that is addiction, but it’s the way I feel. I love love love LOVE the taste of a cold Mountain Dew soda. Or a cold Pepsi. Or a tall, cold glass of hummingbird-nectar-sweet sweet tea. If I have the choice between an icy cold glass of water and any sweetened beverage, I’m gonna choose the sweetened beverage, every time.
Consciously, I don’t realize it, but apparently I have the same c-c-c-craving for sugary and starchy foods. I say I don’t crave chocolate or other candy, but give me free access to it (like, say, at the all-you-can-eat-buffet at the cafeteria at work), and I’ll plow right on through it.
A salesman drops off a box of doughnuts at my office every week or so, and each time I tell myself I won’t eat them. And each week, I eat at least two or three before I finally get disgusted and throw away the rest.
So, where does that leave me? Surely, I’m not going to make yet another semi-public pronouncement that I’m going to do better.
Surely, I am.