You may want to step away. I’m a woman teetering on the edge. Yes. Teetering.

I’m detoxing. I’m detoxing from sugar. More specifically, I’m detoxing from these:

M&M’s plain, milk or dark chocolate. I don’t care. Bring ’em on. They are my stress food of choice. Like peanuts and potato chips. You can’t eat just one. And I don’t. I mainline them.

I think I’m clever. I take one of those small glass dishes that you find cooks using in the kitchen for measuring a teaspoon of this or a tablespoon of that, and I fill it and say to myself —  That’s it. That’s all I’m going to have.

When the dish is empty, I say — That is an itty bitty dish. I need to fill that dish again.

Next thing you know, I’ve scarfed the bag. Not the little bag. The other bag — the crying jag bag. I just saw a pic of a 56 ounce bag. That may be the diabetic coma bag.

It’s been five days. Five days without even a scant teaspoon of sugar in my coffee. Five days without a little dab of brown sugar on my Red River. Five days without, without…WITHOUT! Sorry. Didn’t mean to scream there.

So you may want to step away. Away from this blog. Away from Elen.  Away.

Right Mr. G, honey?

Mr. G, honey??

Honey???

I think he stepped away.

When I haven’t been detoxing this week, I’ve been mostly doing this —

What about you?

Elen