How sweet it isn’t

I stopped drinking alcohol and soda three years ago, and although I don’t miss them one bit, I eat sweets more than I ever did, but only late at night. I scrape icing off cupcakes. I break off bits of cookies. I might even devour a pint of ice cream while I watch David Letterman or a rerun of The Nanny, which I never watched in the first place. You have to eat ice cream when you watch The Nanny.

My doctor said my body is craving the sugar I used to get from alcohol, which makes sense. Of course, there are smarter foods to eat than cupcake icing to get some sugar, like a square of dark chocolate or blueberries. I’m not always so smart, however.

I really want to put an end to this awful habit, and I’m vowing right here, right now, that I will. My nephew, Adam, is getting married on May 22, so I’ll strive to stay away from the bad stuff, at least till then.  I’ll also make a concerted effort to use the spinner that sits idle in my apartment. I managed to spin for 12 minutes this morning, before I went to yoga.

The first week is the hardest.  I’ve done this before.