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Today, in a desperate sugar orgy, I have eaten two sweet bagels, a cup of peanut-butter-swirl frozen custard, and the entire contents of the box pictured below.
Yes, that does indeed say "six bars" of squishy, edible Play-Doh. I'm literally trembling a bit as I type this, in a reaction perhaps more suited to having popped a couple of No-Doz. It's probably a good thing I'm unemployed at the moment and too broke to spend any more on junk food. Hospitalization isn't the best way to start this month off on the right foot. (I can only guess what November 1st will bring. Having my cause of death listed as "multiple organ failure precipitated by half-price Halloween candy" would be a notable accomplishment.)
Observation: When did candy boxes get so big? I know I must sound dreadfully old-fashioned, but seriously, there was a box of Nerds the size of a small paperback. Maybe it was just a reaction caused by the nauseating thought of having to choke down whatever I bought before midnight, but I don't think so. I may have to go on a photo excursion at some point in the near future, once I get my digital camera working again.
I have been reading nutrition information for various things online. Ingredient lists are, apparently, not in line with the zeitgeist.
I fear I may be getting myself in over my head.
I guess this is the part where I explain myself.
About a week ago, I had the "brilliant" idea (no doubt partially inspired by Super Size Me and Hungry For A Month) to forgo all forms of sweets for a month. No candy, no cookies, no dessert, no sugary and delightful treats of any kind. To throw in an extra kink, I've decided to cut out all foods containing high-fructose corn syrup as well. I like a challenge, especially one that ensures that my diet will be out of step enough with the national average to cause me problems. Problems make things interesting, both for me (hell, I better get something out of it) and for anyone who ends up reading this.
Of course, I figured October would be an ideal time to undertake this little venture, because Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and I enjoy making myself miserable.
While the scientist in me is cackling with glee at the thought of making myself a cranky, sugar-craving guinea pig, this is really more of a social experiment. I'm going to be writing about my reactions to not having comfort food as the emotional crutch I'm accustomed to, my attempts to avoid seemingly pervasive parts of the typical American diet, and the reactions of those around me to my newfound dietary restrictions. Also, I will probably complain a lot. Yay!
We'll see how it goes. I promise to make it not a total waste of your time, even if it ends up being a waste of mine.
