Confession of a Sugarholic

Hi my name is Merissa and I am a Sugarholic.

This is the thought that ran through my mind last night after dinner. I thought "hey I have been good so I will treat myself to two small cookies. Two turned into four and finally seven and included the small bowl of cookie dough I had leftover in the fridge. My realization point came when I took my son up to his room to change him and put him to bed. Before going upstairs I left the bowl on the couch and covered it up with my coat. I return to the couch, sit down and lift the coat.....the bowl is empty and slimy. I'm infuriated and frustrated as I track down the two possible culprits namely my dogs. Dizzy barely missed a boot as she ducked behind the couch and Rocky is covering his ears with his paws as I lay my wrath on him as well. I then sulked down on the couch and cried.
The dogs need to learn to leave things alone but they didn't deserve being chased around the house by a crazy sugar deprived woman. (Dizzy stayed behind that couch for an hour!) The epiphany I had through my sobs has lifted a terrible trouble from my shoulders. I felt awful for eating all those cookies, I wasn't even hungry. I felt saddened by my lack of control and my need to hide it. Today is a new day and you know what....I feel better, relieved.
This realization is new to me as I have struggled with my love/hate relationship with all things sugary. I shouldn't have to feel guilty because I have one cookie....but I shouldn't feel like I need it and all of its friends as well.

Here's to a new day.............