That time I ate pineapple…

When I wanted a cookie!

I had intended today to write a little more about clutter, but I just had a moment and, while no one is going to write odes to its glory, still I’m kind of proud of it.

I just ate some pineapple instead of a cookie.

I mean, okay, I ran out of the cookies I wanted, and I ate a pudding first, but then I went for pineapple. I put something healthy into my body instead of grabbing chips or something like I usually would!

(This is the moment where you applaud. I’ll wait. Finished already?)

Who cares that you ate some pineapple?

I care. My body cares.

I am so crazy addicted to sugar that it’s practically all I’ve eaten for two days.

And I’m honestly a bit baffled, because I am hovering right on that brink of pre-diabetes, and some markers of heart disease aren’t looking great, and sugar exacerbates both (seriously, did you know sugar contributes to heart disease? I sure didn’t).

So if it’s so important to my health that I avoid sugar…why can’t I stop eating it?

I’m a moth to the flame.

And I have tried, y’all. In a moment of quiet desperation I even tried hypnotherapy.

I’ve tried meditation, tapping, just pushing through (the cravings never lessened, even though “everyone” says they should after the first few days).

So now I’m here, and maybe having a space to write about my victorious pineapple eating moment will be that nudge to eat just a bit less sugar….