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There.
I said it. I did it. I broke my sugar “boycott”. 70 days without sweets {minus my single, carefree anniversary cookie}, with about 30 more to go, and then this…a kit kat, in all it’s chocolate-coated-wafery goodness.
I also haven’t shaved my legs for 2 weeks, just in case you wanted to know.
{Sorry. You didn’t.}
But I did break it for a good reason, and it is worth noting: I didn’t eat the rest of the bag {despite my predisposition to do so}. My hubby and I are reading the book Love & War – by far one of the most profoundly impacting marriage books/series we’ve ever done. We’re working our way through the series with 6 other couples and felt it was time to share our “kiss kat” tradition with them.
Whenever we find ourselves with one of these candies in our possession, we eat it in true ‘Lady and the Tramp” style: starting on opposite ends, meeting in the middle. Needless to say, I chew a little faster. It’s a gift.
As soon as the sugar hit me, I was ready to unwrap another. And then another. My appetite for sugar, once tapped, is insatiable. It’s like crack. My hubby practically had to restrain me for devouring the lot. And it didn’t even taste that amazing…I mean, we’re not talking Lindt or Ghirardelli here.
It’s bad.
Which is exactly why I’m not eating sugar.
Hi. I’m Joy. And I’m a chocoholic.
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* For something a little meatier {read: mature & spiritually inclined}, check out my post at Inner Fulfillment.
