Strawberry ice cream in a cone.

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This is war, people. It’s me against ice cream. Me against the world. I’m reporting in from Day 10 to say I’m winning so far. But I have good news and bad news.

Good news: I definitely feel more energetic. I’m sleeping better at night. My clothes feel slightly more comfortable. I’m writing up a storm. And I haven’t cheated even once, which shocks me since I have the self-discipline of a four-year-old. Maybe less.

Bad news: I haven’t forgotten about sugar like some promised would happen after a few days. Not at all. That picture of the gelato up there? I’m seconds from biting the screen.

If you don’t know why I’m torturing myself like this, here’s what you need to catch up: “21 Days Without Sugar AND “The Dessert Police: 4 Days In.”

Instead of going through each day like last week’s post, I’ll summarize my overall experience thus far. Some days I’m smug: “This is so easy. Who needs a giant cookie in the middle of the day? Who needs dessert after dinner? Sugar is dead to me.” Other days I’m dramatic and morose: “Why me? Why this? Why now? Why bother eating anything? Why, why, why?”

Another realization from last week that remains true on day 10: I find it infinitely easier to eat NO dessert whatsoever than just a “taste.” What will I do with this self-knowledge after day 21? I have no freaking idea.

Has anyone out there made permanent changes to their life after trying to break a bad habit? I’m hoping it’s possible!


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Nina Badzin is a freelance writer, a writing workshop leader at ModernWell in Minneapolis, ModernWell's book club host, and the friendship columnist at The HerStories Project. She reviews 50 books a year on her blog and writes essays, short stories, and articles for other sites and print magazines. She lives in Minneapolis with her husband and four children.

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