I made it to my year anniversary of not eating sugar. Or really, not overtly bingeing on sugar. There is sugar in the salad dressing that I buy. And every once in awhile I buy some packaged naan, and it has sugar in it. I've had some candied nuts that I pretended weren't really candied because they weren't that sweet. I even had a small square of dark chocolate when I was sitting in a backup caused by a horrible car accident.
But I haven't had ice cream every night after dinner. I haven't eaten cinnamon bears until I felt sick. I'm not buying Cadbury chocolate caramel eggs and whatever other Easter candy I can get away with. I'm not making a batch of hot fudge sauce to eat with a spoon nor eating a pan of brownies one narrow row at a time.
This feels like less of a triumph than I want it to. I still feel as flawed as ever, still feel like there are endless things to do and not enough time and energy to do them. Like most of us now, I am frightened for this world and chilled to the bone by the suggestion that we should be willing to sacrifice people for the good of the economy. No.