I swear, I thought this would be comedy gold.

When I started the No Sugar Initiative, I was certain that it would be comedy fodder for the next month.

I envisioned sugar withdrawal. I envisioned night sweats. I envisioned a methadone program.

I most emphatically did not envision this: “eh.”

One of the reasons I embarked on the NSI is that I desperately needed something to control, as my eating was anything BUT controlled. So I eliminated, not all carbs, but at least all obvious forms of sugar.

I’m not limiting anything else. I’m not worried about points. I’m just not eating sugar.

So far, this has been a non-event. A kid made cake the other night, and I did have to curb the habitual “Cake? There’s cake? Give me half!” response. When I looked in the fridge I saw a slim fast and thought, “Oh, I could have that!” and then thought, “Eh, not so much.”

I did get a little irked when the vending machine at work quit stocking pistachios. But I coped with the peanuts. Until they quit stocking *them.*

Ok, there was, indeed, a bit of a hostage crisis when all that was left was trail mix with m&ms mixed in.

But all in all, not so bad. While the point of the whole process wasn’t weight loss so much as self-control, I will weigh myself at the one-week mark and let you know what I did.

That pesky little bugger sure causes a lot of trouble.

Who knew how much havoc 12 atoms of carbon, 22 of hydrogen, and 11 of oxygen could wreak?

We’re almost two days into the No Sugar Inititiative and I’d say it’s been a piece of cake, except I’m not allowed to have that.

I don’t feel incredibly different. I haven’t had to resist anything, though I have looked at certain foods in the pantry and thought, “HEY! I could have that!” only to remember the NSI and look away.

I’m sure there’s still time for a trainwreck, though. Stay tuned for a post some midnight hour, promising to sell my soul for a Ho-Ho.

Huh. I guess sex addicts go through the same thing.

A spoonful of you-know-what helps the medicine go down…

It all started with this month’s Mom, Interrupted.

I really do love my m&ms. But over time, I have become increasingly aware that, every time I eat them, even a sensible amount (and no, by ’sensible’ I do not mean ‘one pound bag’) I find myself feeling…not right.

And so I decided that, in honor of this month’s column, I will make a public attempt to not eat any sugar for an entire month. That’s October 5, 2008, at 12:42 p.m.

Not that I’m counting or anything.

But I’ll pop back by to let you know how it’s going.