Negativity and Poop

I have been feeling really grouchy, and it may have shown in my posts. I think I have figured out why. This last week I have actually obstained from naughty foods like cakes, sugar soda-pop, and white bread (except on Sunday, Sunday is my free-for-all--I do feel sluggish on Mondays though, a good learning tool I think). I read an article on CNN about obesity. It said that people who often binge on sweets (ME) and then quit suddenly, can have some of the same chemical reactions as a person withdrawing from street drugs--so here in sugar rehab I sometimes feel like pulling out my hair. I have not quit completely, that would mean sure failure, and the Cadbury eggs would be mysteriously absent from every store within a 5-mile radios. SO, I had a heart-to-heart with my brain and stomach and together we made a compromise. I can have one treat a day, no more than about 3oz, but a treat none-the-less. The allowance gives my head an exact number to expect, and my stomach a little something special to look forward to, emphasis on the word "Little." Also I know there has been a lot of potty humor lately; you see, poop and pee is constantly on my mind, and now, on my floor. I am potty-training my little girl. I finally buckled down and started. I have this weird relationship with pee because it took me a LONG time to figure it out as a kid--the reason some of my siblings called me "Peter," pronounced "PEEEEter." But I don't want my daughter to be a teenager wearing depends, so we're doing it. Also, I am silly, kind of like a 11-year-old boy; potty humor makes me laugh. Sorry if it insults your sensibilities, but it's not over. Anyhoo, I ran another 5K this morning, and for a little while I forgot about bodily functions and sugar-highs. Go me!