Gobbling up gobbstoppers

I lost the plot today.  I let myself get too hungry when I was out with my daughter so instead of being able to calmly order a yummy Mediterranean salad I also had to go and get a side of yummy fries.  Ugh potatoes are my downfall!  I then came home and had the biggest sweet tooth.  First I ate one of my daughters dried fruit snacks and then I remembered something.  There is a box of gobstoppers in the car glove box!

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Yes, there really was a box.  I had bought a box months ago when I was in a sad place and wanted something sweet at a movie theater, then I hid them in the car when I got home so hubby wouldn’t find out. Yea, not so good.  And for some reason I forgot about them all this time until just now!  I should have relied on God, I should have thrown them in the dumpster by our place, or poured soap all over them.  Instead I shut out what I should have done and went outside to read my book and snack on gobstoppers.

I had such a nice an relaxing time.  It really bugs me now when I look back on it.  Like why do I need to be eating something sweet in order to be having a good time? Sometimes I get so frustrated when things like this happen because I’ve been feeling so good about everything and have been doing so well. This definitely shows me I need another 21 days of no sugar though. *sigh*

 
So as a way to help direct my sugar cravings towards a better path I spent some time making pumpkin doughnuts tonight.  Probably wasn’t the best to eat two of them right after though.  The crazy thing is even though my stomach is hurting (which by the way is scaring me) I feel like I could eat two more.  What is up with that?!

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