Does not compute!

I can't kick my sugar habit. I don't avoid sugar because of its nutritional value...or lack of. I lay low on the sweet goodness because it makes me spazz out. Seriously!

A couple of examples:

Example #1 - It was about four years ago...

I was living in St. Paul with some girls from church. We had the perfect little house with friends surrounding us every weekend. We had fun and laughs.

Enter sugar...

We hosted a party one Saturday night...the house was packed. My roommates and I prepared all sorts of things to eat, as well as an assortment of sugary sodas and candy. Maybe it was the near deafening volume of the party. Perhaps it was the heat of so many bodies in our cute little house. At some point, I got my hands on the Pixi Stix...oh no...NOT the Pixi Stix! One of my last memories of the party was throwing my head back handing our friend Bradley a Pixi stick and yelling at the top of my lungs "poor some sugar on me!". Bradley stood with the look of confusion and...I believe it was fear...yes, it was fear. Heaven help me...I was under the influence of sugar!

Example #2 - It was about three hours ago...

Song Min and I had just arrived home from a lovely dinner out. Song Min made the mistake of leaving a box of cookies (topped with sugar granules) on the computer desk. As I sat and reviewed my emails, my eyes continued to glance at the box. I tried to concentrate on the computer screen, but the cookies had me! It was too hard...I gave in. I didn't have just one of the cookies...I had many of the cookies. Finally, Song Min summoned me to the couch to watch a program. I sat watching the show content with the world and happy that the calm and assertive "Sweet-tooth Whisperer" distracted me before my impression of Sesame Street's Cookie Monster became a full out frenzy.

Enter sugar...

I spotted the container of Butter Crunch Cashews. The once full jar of candy coated nuts, was now empty...well almost empty. I opened the jar and found that the crumbs on the bottom of the jar were all pure sugar happiness...OR MADNESS! I started eating the candy coating (yeah, I can admit it!).

About ten minutes later, I found myself walking around the room like a robot trying to get Song Min to consent to do a whole evening being robots. He wasn't going for it and I could see that same look of fear in my husband's eyes as I had so many years prior. So, I re-grouped and changed the subject...

THEN LET'S BE COWBOYS!!!