I'm proud of myself for having plowed through nearly all the work I had to do this weekend. But I've noticed something stupid and self-destructive. The closer I got to being finished, the more time I started spending at my computer playing Scrabble and reading blogs. Not "the more time I spent with my kids" or "the more healthy meals I started cooking" or even "the more miles I started walking." Nope, I got to a level of panic and dysfunction I was comfortable with and decided to just set there a spell.
And since it's True Confessions Time, I'll also tell you this: When I started seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, my brain (fueled, probably, by its daily small dose of chocolate) had a genuine sugar tantrum, and I decided I had plenty of time to try to make chocolate-chip cookies out of almonds, coconut oil, and agave nectar. (I should post the recipe I came up with, because, oh, man, they were so good.)
I don't know how to fix the Internet thing. I need the Internet all the time for my job, and I'm not willing to quit Facebook or to stop reading the blogs I enjoy. But I do know how to fix the sugar problem. Gonna ban it until the next family birthday, March 15. Then I'll give myself another shot at this beast called moderation.