Brazil-bound. (or not)

Alright.  So I have this problem.  Some may actually call it an addiction.  Me?  I just call it a very very very intense love for something I know I shouldn't have.  SUGAR.  Ahhhh. Just the sound of it sends my salivation glands into overdrive.

Except that...My husband and I are getting ready to start a fast which includes eliminating sugar. DearGodInHeaven.

Now normally when I am preparing to fast, my body goes into convulsions shock prep mode. Coupled with extreme starvation, where my stomach begins to digest my backbone.  Suddenly, I have this irrepressible need to eat everything in sight.

WELL... Until the Lord brought up the whole elimination of sugar idea, I was doing really well at staying away from it on my own accord.   Sugar? Ha. I laugh in the face of Chocolate Covered Donut.

But then that "f" word was mentioned.  You know..."FAST."  And everything in me c.r.a.v.e.d the sweet stuff.  Sadly, almost every sweet item in my house has been inhaled gone missing.  And now?  Well, I have to confess that I'm quite tempted to find the nearest sugarcane field.

Just to roll around in it. in hopes of ingesting some sugar via my pores.

Yes. I totally realize the nearest sugarcane field is... BRAZIL.  As well as being completely aware that it looks like fairly painful stuff in which to execute the Stop Drop and Roll.  But this is how willing I am to sacrifice for the love of sugar.  *ridiculous*

"...and they seemed to her but a few miles because of the love she had for it." (yeah, total reference to Jacob and Rachel of the Bible. I couldn't help myself.)

Come Monday all sugar will be a fond memory in this house. Since God knows if I can't have it, my children will have to suffer...uh, experience the thrill of healthy living too.

I know. my children don't realize how blessed they truly are having me as their mother. How this escapes their knowing is beyond me.