So the no-buying-candy streak lasted nearly two full months. It began April 17 and ended today.
Not bad, right? Fifty-three days without incident, as my sign would read if my resolution were a factory or something involving dangerous machinery. Although, come to think of it, a mere fifty-three days wouldn’t inspire that much confidence if I were a prospective employee at said factory. But I digress.
What triggered the slip-up? Super crazy exhausted stressful driving! My baby boy and I were heading home from my great-uncle’s memorial service only to discover that anywhere we needed to go was fraught with delays and detours. Ugh. After almost two hours of stalled traffic, missed turns, unclear street signs, lack of GPS, and a slightly crabby toddler in the backseat, I did finally break down (not literally with the car or anything) and buy a package of gummy bears at the Walgreen’s where I asked for directions. Even though I was finally getting close to where I needed to be, my tension level was so high, I just didn’t care much about my rule at that particular moment.
So I gave in to a moment of weakness. We all do, right? (Please say yes–I can’t stand being the only imperfect one!)
We can’t let temporary slip-ups derail the whole experiment. We acknowledge the mistake and move on with fresh resolve.
Observations so far:
1) I definitely have been eating MUCH less candy during this time. The only times I’ve indulged were at a few get-togethers, including my cousin’s baby shower this past weekend.
2) The candy I’ve had has seemed more of a treat. Exactly as it should! Not an everyday thing.
3) Sort of contradictory to #2, I don’t enjoy candy the way I used to. I’m not giving up sugar by any means, but I’m finding that my tastes lean more toward baked treats, anything made from REAL ingredients. I tried making chocolate mousse out of nothing but avocado, cocoa powder, and honey that was ahh-mazing! I love my cookies and enjoy them much more than fake-tasting candy. The gummy bears I ate today were completely unsatisfying and made me feel sick. So actually, this was a productive end-of-streak; it reminded me of how much better real food tastes and strengthened my resolve for the next several months.
Bummer to have to start the count over again, but such is life. I’m feeling pretty darn good about my fifty-three days.
How about you? What’s the tally for you and your specific goals?