A couple weeks ago, my brother challenged me to give up sugar. He has been giving up sugar for Lent since 2009. You can read about his first experience here: http://sweetblogsaremadeofthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothin-sweet-about-me.html
It was right before I was going camping and I was not about to give up s'mores, so I decided to wait until after the trip. On Monday, March 18th, I decided to give it a try. Now, the challenge was to give up sugar until I get a job. I'm not sure if I am quite up to that task, but I am certainly going to make it until Easter, and maybe even 40 days. Those of you that don't know me very well might think that is no big deal. Those of you that do know me - well, you are probably thinking that I will never make it or that I will go crazy. Personally, I think it might be both. Much like my brother (see above blog), sugar addiction to me is like alcohol addiction to Lindsay Lohan.
So far I have been successful. Today is day 9 and I am still sugar free, but it has been hard. Real hard. Three days in I was at the neighbor's house. They had just bought lemon meringue marshmallows for the first time. I had never heard of them and popped one in my mouth. No sooner than the sweet taste hit my buds than I remembered my challenge. I quickly found a paper towel and removed the lemony deliciousness from my mouth. While I was proud of myself, I was also a little sad. But I can tell you, if I had accidentally put chocolate in my mouth, there is no way it would not end up in my belly, double negative intended. I had to go home that instant. I can resist that kind of temptation for a few seconds, but not much more. Similarly, I went to bed early the night my daughter decided to make sugar cookies. It is just a better idea if I'm not around it. I found that to be the best situation.
Well, yesterday that was impossible. I had to go to the grocery store. I had my list and had firmly decided beforehand to only purchase what was on the list. To be successful, I concluded I must give myself a time limit and confine my excursion to the needed aisles. That proved to be futile. Our local grocery store is in the process of doubling in size and while under renovations, it is completely disorganized. I kept finding myself in the wrong aisle. I looked up at one point and found myself in the cookie aisle. I started to salivate like one of Pavlov's infamous dogs. I'm not lying. I walked quickly to the next aisle. It was the seasonal aisle, AKA the chocolate aisle. I love chocolate. No, seriously,
I LOVE CHOCOLATE.
Easter candy was everywhere. Multicolored Peeps tantalized me. Reese's peanut butter eggs tried to lure me. Chocolate bunnies seduced me. I visualized the Reese's commercial in my head.
I am not going to sugar coat it for you, it got ugly. I caught myself staring longingly at the Reese's eggs. Mr. Pavlov would have marveled at my emotional conditioned reflex (условный рефлекс). He could have measured my output in ounces. I am even salivating as I write this. At that point it wasn't just a physiological response, it became psychological. However, I guess the Man upstairs decided to give me a break with it being the Easter season and all. He decided to lead me not into temptation, but delivered me from evil. I was able to flee the chocolate snare and I ran to the checkout line, paid for my sugarless groceries, and was out of there. Luckily, there is not another holiday anytime soon.
So when the challenge is over, I plan on making sure a spoon full of sugar helps the a thing or two go down! I may end up in a diabetic coma, but Lori will once again be full of sugar and spice and everything nice.
To attest to my love of chocolate, here is a picture of what my neighbor (yes, Ms. Lemon Meringue Marshmallow) gave me this last Christmas:
As a side note, while writing today's blot, I got to wondering how Pavlov measured a dog's salivary output. This is what I found: "A rubber tube was connected to an opening created in the dog’s cheek through which saliva flowed. When each drop of saliva fell onto a platform that rested on a sensitive spring, the movement of the platform activated a marker on a revolving drum (Figure 9-2). This arrangement, which made possible the recording of the precise number of drops as well as the exact moment at which each fell, is but one example of Pavlov’s painstaking efforts to standardize experimental conditions, use rigid controls, and eliminate sources of error." -http://people.unt.edu/~thall/edse5002/schultz/pavlov.htm
Note: there is no Figure 9-2.
This is one of his dog's that apparently was sent to the taxidermist. Gross.