Yeah, I know I’ve now used the word “suck” in two posts within five days. (What can I say? I’m just a wordsmith like that.) But this one deserves it.
Tim ended up going back to smoking while he was up in Washington. His friends are frickin’ chimneys.
He quit for the first couple days of October. Then the whole Sandy thing happened, and he couldn’t handle it. So we agreed he’d just quit on November 1st. He likes to have an easy to remember date, and if that’s what makes it easier… sure.
Anyway, he asked me to quit eating candy in solidarity. Why? Because, like an idiot, I had just finished telling him that I didn’t think even my quitting candy would be as tough as quitting smoking. I was trying to be supportive. Remind me not to do that again.
So… no more candy for me. At least, for as long as possible. It’s understood that eventually I’ll break. The goal is to just extend that as far out as possible.
The rules as we’ve set them up say no chocolate candy, sugary candy or sugary alcohol like Smirnoff’s or hard cider. (I don’t drink much, but we were just establishing boundaries.) Also, no soda or large amounts of fruit juice. Neither of which I drink much of, so that’s not a big deal.
I will still be allowed to eat food with processed sugar in it because neither of us wants to go to the hassle of completely revamping our diet. By which I mean cook.
I went to bat for my protein shakes and bars, though. I had chosen them specifically for their low sugar content. Each one has something like two grams. Tim relented on that one. Maybe the chocolate deluxe ones will trick my body. Probably not.
Also okay are popcorn and potato chips. Not that I really eat potato chips. Maybe I’ll eat more now.
I spent Thursday and Friday saying goodbye to sugar: Red Vines and peanut butter M&Ms on Thursday, Milk Duds and some Mounds on Friday. Some Smirnoff both days because, while I don’t drink it often, knowing that I can’t have it made me want it.
We’re going to have to put away a bunch of Mounds bars and pudding cups that are going to be leftover. I think we’ll exile them to the garage.
So if I’m grouchy on Facebook or Twitter (or on here), you’ll know why.
What have you ever given up that was tough? Or are you planning to give up something soon?