Many mornings I will awaken feeling as though getting up to rear my kids is absolutely the last thing in the world I want to do, but I will also get up with a small corner of my being shrieking with a new idea or intention. I like to think of these voices of avenues of hope rather than bits of hereditary insanity seeping in to take over my addled, sub par brain. Sometimes it will be the idea that I will color code the children’s laundry and create a calendar for each laundry day. Another morning might reveal to me that all the white wheat flour should go and be replaced with its heavy, whole wheat cousin. I can’t ever really say what the voices will reveal to me. This morning I awoke with the knowledge that today would be the day I freed myself of sugar and all of its evils. As I lay there in bed it seemed simple enough: no honey with my tea, steer clear of the chocolate chips in the pantry, no late night ice cream raid.
My mother is no stranger to my early morning revelations and usually she is a champ about enduring them at such an hour. Today when I mentioned that we might as well dump all our sugar over the hill because this was the day I was sugar free and liberated from the shackles that it has imposed on my life up to this point, she simply arched her left eye brow at me and replied, “Hmmm. Good thinking. Today? Today as in October 30? The day before your children go door to door demanding candy in large quantities.” Oh. Right. Damn that Halloween. So now I either face the challenge of a lifetime or accept my gluttony for what it is, eat the kids’ candies and then blame it on the dogs and start my revelations next week. Or. Or I suck it up, stick to my guns and rise above. Hmmmmm. Don’t feel my rising above rockets firing on…..