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Girl Meets Cake

Note: I wrote this on May 22nd and have just sucked at posting it. Do the time warp with me! ;-)

 I've never met a piece of cake I couldn't destroy. You didn't think I acquired my shapely legs and Kardashian--esque tush from eating salads, did you?

Anywho, I finally met my undoing. 

Even worse? I *made* that cake. It was a german chocolate cake I made for a friend's surprise birthday party, and sweet baby Jesus it was *rich*. That's coming from a girl who used to be able to eat reckless amounts of sugar without blinking twice. 

I cut the Bearded Wonder and I smaller pieces (though still kinda mighty; I put some time into this cake and was determined to enjoy this indulgence!), and ~6 bites or so in, I just couldn't do it… The rich chocolate frosting compounded with the super sweet german chocolate frosting…. I waved my little fork in defeat and left 1/2 my piece untouched. 

I'm not sure that's ever happened to me before. 

So we're about 2.5 weeks into our no sugar/caffeine/processed food thang, and your goofy Redhead has lost 9 pounds! Woohoo! I've had a few little things of sugar here and there, but it's definitely been more normal quantities: 1 cup of sweetened iced coffee, 1 cookie, 2 pieces of white bread, a margarita, tortilla chips… But each of those happened on different days. Honestly I'm not feeling bloated and gross like I was before. I feel full without being uncomfortable. I'm able to sleep less (as I'm apt to do when stressed) and not be exhausted the entire day. I'm yawning less, I'm less moody… It's amazing what cutting this crap out has done for me. =) 

We're currently on our way to Canada (as in I'm typing this in the car and will upload later. =P), and we've already talked about stuff we're going to do once we get up there for food and what have you. So we're going to enjoy ourselves, but not go crazy with sugary drinks and desserts. I'm pretty excited! I feel like this could be  new time in our lives where we're eating better than before. =) 

So that's me! How are you all doing? 

xo
A Redhead

P.S.- I haven't lifted a weight or gone to the gym since this started. Case and point that diet means more than exercise (though exercise is still very important).

 P.S.S.- Don't confuse the post title with the website of my faaaaaabulous baker friend who made our wedding cake. She's here, if you're interested. ;) 
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