Oh man… to say it’s been a while since my last post would be putting it very lightly. You know what’s not so light these days? Me.

I fell off the wagon this winter and have been too busy cramming cookies, donuts, cake and whatever other sweet things people have been bringing into my office or forcing me to try in restaurants. I guess you could say I was kidnapped by a case of Adult Onset Sweet Tooth. It’s a thing. It has to be.

I haven’t had a sweet tooth since I was a chubby ten-year-old but it came back a few months ago and it came back with a vengeance. I couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t resist it. And even though I knew better than to keep indulging it, I just couldn’t help myself. It became an everyday thing and my body is pudgy proof of my addiction.

I often joke that I work out every day so I can still eat tacos and drink beer but there is no amount of exercise that could counteract the additional daily intake of cupcake, ice cream and pastry calories. If it was sweet, I was shoving it in my mouth and it, in turn, was expanding my waistline and making my arms extra jiggly.

So here we are, five months into the new year and, more importantly, (fuuuuuuuuck) pool season is upon us. Changes must be made ASAP so I’m extracting this damn sweet tooth and turning this ship around. I’ve confessed everything to Trainer and admitted I need help, which is a step in the right direction because he’s a no excuses kind of dude and will whip me back into shape quick. I’ve also stocked up on fruit and healthy snacks to help me satisfy the evil, undermining sweet tooth and am learning to say things like, “no, I’m good, I don’t need that bear claw.”

I feel good about these decisions and hopeful for my fitness future. I slipped. It happens. Forgive me?