#withdrawing

I am withdrawing from sugar.

It was my flatmate's graduation this weekend and instead of being ripped off by the various restaurants around town (on the night of graduation, all the nice restaurants in town will make you pay for a set menu - and while I can appreciate the sheer logistics of cooking for the masses of people, I also see that it is a very profitable night when people are forced to pay at least $60 a head), he decided on a pot luck. He arrived before the rest of his family on Thursday night to prepare for the potluck and so, baking ensued.

Four hours later, our fridge literally had no more room for anything because it was occupied up by two cheesecakes, a chocolate mousse log and a dessert that we loving call a glandular mandibular.

Fuck me, they were so so tasty.

We still had tonnes of leftovers on Sunday and so I spent the whole of Sunday eating. Like every two hours, I would reach into the fridge and take out a slice of whatever dessert we had. I felt disgusting, but my taste buds were like waaaaheeeey party. ... and I figured I'd just be good from now till when E. comes down in two weeks, because from experience, two weeks is generally enough for me to regain my normal body proportions if I have been gorging myself.

Which brings me to Monday morning and I actually felt like I had a hangover from all the sugar I had consumed. Also, my stomach was protruding like I had ascites or something. I was so tired and had a raging headache. And also, my stomach was weighing me down like an anchor when I tried to do my usual daily push ups.

And tonight, I've spent the entire evening browsing dessert recipes whilst my stomach makes wistful noises. And I know there is still left over glandular mandibular in the fridge.

I am going to brush my teeth before it's too late. My name is *****. And I am addicted to sugar.