An interesting thing happened tonight when the girls and I were shopping for and working on their gingerbread houses for the Virginia Gingerbread Christmas contest (we bought the pre-made houses but decorated them with our own stuff). The sugar, frosting, candy, cookies - even the pretzels - did not appeal to me. Nothing about any of it made me want to eat it. Nothing. It actually nauseated me.
For most people this wouldn't be such a big deal but for a big girl with a sweet tooth like mine it's a pretty major thing. I didn't get to where I was by eating enormous meals or tons of fast food - I got there by sneaking little bites of sugar here, there and well, everywhere.
While they created their masterpieces (and popped candy corn, gum drops and jelly beans into their mouths when they thought I wasn't looking) I actually ate tomato soup and carrots with hummus.
Who say you can't teach an old dog new tricks?