Confessions of a Crap Addict

I will freely admit that I am a crap addict. By crap I mean candy bars, NECCO wafers, Oreos, Swiss Cake Rolls, Fudge Rounds, ice cream and their kin. Reflecting, I've had something of this ilk at least twice a day for as long as I can remember. My body is finally starting to rebel by pocketing bits of these goodies in unfavorable places. I've probably gained about ten pounds since my Knoxville training days. I keep thinking that my running balances everything out. The bottom line is, it doesn't. I need to eat more responsibly. Through an examination of my daily meals, I realized a tremendous void in the fruit and vegetable department. Some days I consumed nothing at all from these two groups. So, I'm now on day two of no crap. Yesterday I successfully navigated through my routine avoiding the vending machines and sidestepping the inviting container of Oreo cookies on the kitchen counter. I even managed to steer clear of eating a frozen meal for lunch as I opted for a nice hummus/lettuce/pita deal and some cottage cheese. Husband did an excellent job grocery shopping solo this week; the fruits of his shopping labors were just that, good fruits and veggies for snacks. I'm not sure how long I can live without crap. Husband and I gave up meat for months at a time, so surely crap will be easier to give up than meat. Only time will tell.