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Today starts no sugar

This feels harder than no candy and no chips. And it started by throwing the oreos in the GARBAGE. And not the trash at my house - no, these went into the trash at the bus stop. Bye bye.
(I'm imagining some homeless dude chowing down on his amazing find...)
Now I need to grocery shop and fill my house with fruits and veggies!

TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

Patrick said…
Tossing Oreos, bold move. Smart, and bold.

Have a good weekend!
Allan said…
They weren't the cute orange ones for Halloween were they. Or worse, the double stuffd. OMG, I need an Oreo so badly. I actually like the cookie part, without the cream. I am so sick... Please, send me a cookie..And by the way, great idea..
LauraLynne said…
Oh Allan - if we ever fall off the wagon together we're goign to have to meet for a package of oreos...only double stuff...I'll eat only the creme and you can have the cookie. (there were wafer only cookies left in the pack I threw away - I eat the creme first out of several cookies and then...oh hell, that sounds to damn awful, doesn't it!?)
Allan said…
You put them back. In the bag, all naked and with no creme. OMG. Who eats the wafers, hours or days, after you have licked them clean ? Wow, I could go on ....
LauraLynne said…
Usually I eat 2 or 3 creme fillings, then, out of pure guilt (probably left over from being picked last in gym) I'll eat those 2 or 3 empty oreos. Then repeat. At the time of the cookie toss, I had probably 2 or 3 empty oreos in there. And if we share, I promise not to lick - there will be sanitary measures used :P
Dr. Fat To Fit said…
Why ANYONE would tamper with God's perfect creation the OREO, I have no idea. You can both stay away from my Oreo! I eat them whole with ice cold milk. OMG!!! Thanks a lot you two!!! Damn! Now all I can think about is OREOs. Crap.

Hey- ever tried the white chocolate dipped ones. So good I could cry.
LauraLynne said…
(apology in advance - or is it too late - for all this oreo talk!)

I've had the fudge dipped ones. But even better than that are what I call "oreo balls" - also known as "oreo Truffles" (for the more polite I suppose...)

receipe

one pack oreos
one package cream cheese

mix all together in mixer (not blender - eww..). then use cookie scoop to make "balls" of the mixture - refigerate and then dip balls in almond bark or melted chocolate.

My entire family would commit crimes for these treats.
♥ Drazil ♥ said…
Brave, brave woman....but you can do this. I know you can.
You can do it! I just caved and had a bowl of ice cream...blargh. But, we'll do it.

Thanks for the inspiration.
chris mcpeake said…
when I go grocery shopping I try to fill my house with lots of nuts.
Unknown said…
You can do it! I love that you picked a distant trash can, no turning back.

I'm thankful that Oreos don't do anything for me. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups - now don't get me started on those - that' my Oreo.

Good luck!
Diz said…
I think I'm going to join you on this journey. My neighbor and I were sitting around a bonfire last night, and when my roommate brought out the cookies, he mentioned he hasn't had sugar since some time in 2008. I was in awe...and inspired. He coaxed me, saying if he could do it...anyone can. Then today- after a plate of cookies last night- my scale ballooned my weight and after the tantrum I threw...I decided that maybe I should reconsider this non sugar lifestyle once again...

So good luck to you on your journey- and good luck to me. I'm with you girl!!!

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