It is now the 13th of May. That is 13 days without candy. Am I almost halfway through the month????

Still going strong!!! Well, sort of.

“Detoxing” my body of all the sugar and candy was interesting, to say the least. I felt like crap the first few days!!! But I guess that’s how you should feel when you are literally clearing your body of months worth of, well, crap.

The hardest times of the day for me are in the middle of the afternoon, and at night a couple hours after dinner. I’ve been trying to bring fruit every day to work to eat in the afternoon between lunch and going home. This is helping, but we are currently almost out of fruit at the house, so it’s slim pickings. And at night, when my boyfriend’s mom pulls out her giant 5 lb bag of gummy bears, I hide under a blanket in the corner. I don’t really even like gummy bears!!!! It’s the fact that I can’t have any that makes me really want them.

Yes, I’m at the point in this experiment where I am psychologically analyzing myself.

I read an interesting (albeit a little silly) article yesterday about some new diet trend that involves tapping your face. No, I’m not kidding. While the process leaves me extremely skeptical, there are a couple of tidbits I took away.

The number one ruiner of dieting plans is emotional eating. This is stating the obvious. But really, who isn’t guilty of this? Candy, particularly chocolate, is my go-to when I’m stressed. I think it’s because I associate it with being a carefree kid, with a super fast metabolism. Well, my metabolism is now slow as molasses and I was consuming candy like I was still 12.

I also like the part of the article that states that telling yourself that you’re fat isn’t going to help. You really have to get to the root of it. I’m fat because xyz. Now what’s your plan to fix it?

I’m overweight because I eat a lot of candy, and junk food in general, without any limitations. Because I have a control issue, I need to cut things out of my diet one by one, not all at once. And it has to be cold turkey.

Really, in all honesty, I hate calling myself fat. I’m not skinny, by any means. But the word fat is harsh, and it really bothers me when I hear my close friends and people I care about constantly calling themselves fat. So why would I, in turn, call myself fat?

I’m all about owning up to your flaws and conquering them. Isn’t that what this experiment is all about? But let’s do it in a happy and healthy way! Every day that I go without eating candy, I feel better and better. Sure, I see some delicious chocolate sitting on the desk at home and every once in a while, I look at it just a bit longer than a second. Old habits die hard.

It’s not like I will never eat candy again. I just need to get out of the habit of eating it whenever I’m stressed. And let’s face it, as a 20something in an unstable economy and job market, I’m stressed every day!