This is embarrassing, but I made it to the Farmers Market for the first time (this year, that is) Saturday. It took a visit from my cousin Eli and his wife, Mary, who visited from Chicago. The market rings the Capitol and is very pretty:
I did it for 30 days a few years ago and did drop a few pounds. I have a very demanding sweet tooth, so the first week is a struggle. But, I swear, if you can stay away from sweets for 7 days, the cravings subside. I have been stuck at a weight that is not only higher than what I want, but above the healthy range for my height, so I dropped sugar at the beginning of September and have been losing a pound a week painlessly.
And then I messed it all up yesterday. I will say that the cookie was VERY good. Still, I'm kind of mad at myself. But I can't un-eat it. All I can do is reset the clock. It's almost bedtime and I haven't eaten any thing sweet today. Let's call it Day 1. Again!
ETA: I did NOT eat the whole cookie. Mary and I shared it!