New readers start here; Our heroine had successfully lost over 60 lbs, but has slowly gained back a stone. Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days. And that you all should hear about it, you lucky people. Now read on…

There is a real need that sugar serves. It can become such a comfort before you even know it. I find myself mentally leaning on it without my even realising it. Yesterday we took the little man to the beach and then on to his grandparents, a long day that ended long after ten pm.  Today he woke me at 6am and my brain refused to go back to sleep. He dropped off for a nap at about 10.30 am, but I am strung out and stretched thin with tiredness. I find myself constantly telling myself that never mind, I now deserve buns/chocolate/comfort food. It seems for me, sugar is a substitute for developing some bloody character.  It means that without my crutch, I can feel my self esteem drop; my usual method of showing myself approval is gone from me, so what good am I?

Exhausted, flabby, no make, *perfect* time for a photo…

The biggest hurdle in all of this is, as always, learning to live this way…