Day Fifty

Yes, I am still doing this.

 It seems like if I am halfway through, it should be easy to get the rest of the way through, right?  Actually, I am having thoughts of pretending that it was only ever going to be fifty days with no sugar, or counting both days and NIGHTS as my one hundred, but those thoughts are fleeting, and stupid.

 It would be easier to be able to have a little sugar sometimes, but I am not sure I am ready for that.  I would be likely to overdo it, and then I would be right back where I started.  I think my tummy has reduced a little bit, and I would hate to reverse that trend.  I need it to keep going in the same direction!

 Remember how, two days ago, I could not complete seventy-four minutes on the elliptical?  Well, today I did seventy-six.  And weight-lifted after abs.  I burned over 600 calories and "went" 5.7 miles.  My youngest sons are doing a fifty-mile bike ride with their scout troop today.  I cannot even imagine.

 In an hour, I will be going to a party which will have desserts.  In fact, I will be bringing one.  The blond brownies that I LOVE and that I tucked away, out of sight.  There will be other things, too, and I will just have to avert my eyes.

 Tomorrow, I will be making my famous ten-thousand calorie German chocolate cake from scratch for my daughter's birthday party.  I cannot even imagine how I will do that.  With my mouth taped and my hands tied behind my back?  It will help, I suppose, that I will be fasting.  But that cake is three layers, and it will have leftovers for a long time.  I will just have to push them heavily.  I just remembered that my friend at work asked for a little piece.  I'll make it a big one.  Must.  Get.  Rid.  Of.  Cake!

 And then there's a trip coming up, when I won't be completely in control of what is presented to me (okay, when am I ever?), and, you know, Father's Day, the Fourth of July, Pioneer Day (cookies during the parade), another child's birthday.  Oh, wait!  The hundred days will be over before that child's birthday.  Hot dog!

 And the cousins' party has been moved to afterward.

 I think there will be about five or six cakes at work by next month, though.  Everyone's birthday is in the summer, except mine, and, like, one other person.

 But now I feel a bit more encouraged--one more kid birthday party and three minor holidays.  Getting through tomorrow and its aftermath will be the hardest future thing.  Yes.

 I had eggs for breakfast, and homemade creamy oatmeal with peaches, strawberries, and blueberries cooked into it.  (Honestly, I don't know why everyone in the world doesn't eagerly eat that for breakfast.)  I had half a can of shoestring beets and a small bowl of soup for lunch.  I'm snacking on cherries now.  I'll be good at the party.  Really, I will.  Downhill slope, here I come!

 At the party, there were cookies and brownies and cakes galore.  I didn't have any.

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