This weekend, I had a trying Sunday. My extra disrespectful landlord woke me up at 2 in the morning with his loud, drunk friends. Little Guy had a friend staying over. We had volunteered at an event Saturday night, I had worked that morning, and Little Guy had snowboarding lessons to get up early for on Sunday. I felt tired from my Saturday and had looked forward to sleeping about 7 hours so that I could get two boys up early and have some fun in the snow myself.
And then, BOOM, STOMP, STOMP! I got woken up. Just a wee nap I got that night before the party started upstairs.
Sunday, I felt tired, so stressed that I can hardly believe I still have hair, hopeless that I would ever get out of this nightmare of a living situation, and longed for quiet. I ate a good breakfast and a healthy lunch when I got back from some errands.
As I’ve said before, feeling tired does not help me resist Sugar’s calls. Stress also doesn’t help. I knew I had some good, dark chocolate in the pantry from Christmas. Sugar called, and I answered.
I had a little bit of chocolate. Not a lot. Maybe 3 little squares. It tasted good, like chocolate that was worth waiting for.
Do you know what I decided?
I decided that sugar, in moderation, will be okay. I admire my choice to avoid processed sugar for an indefinite amount of time. I needed to do that. I should do it again. But not now. I go through enough now, and I deserve a little bit of quality chocolate every now and then. I won’t eat a package of cookies or a giant container of jelly beans, just a little will do. I still have healthy options of fruit, too. I enjoy a little bit of dark chocolate every now and then, though, and I deserve it.