When Failure is really Success

Saturday, January 26, 2013

On the whole, though I never arrived at the perfection I had been so ambitious of obtaining, but fell far short of it, yet as I was, by the endeavor, a better and a happier [wo]man than I otherwise should have been had I not attempted it.   —Benjamin Franklin 

Here's the thing, I don't smoke. I don't drink. And I don't do drugs. But I like ice cream. In fact, I would eat sticky toffee pudding for dessert every single night if I could. Truth is, I LOVE desserts. More than I really should. Which is probably why GH suggested we have a dessert free month. Whaaaaatt? Had I been more astute and hip to the horrors of withdrawal I would have chosen the shortest month of the year. Duh. But I didn't. And instead I have been fighting sweet tooth cravings the entire month of January. Oh, the horrors

If you look at this experience from a purely black and white perspective I have already failed. It is nearly the end of January and I have eaten three, yes three, desserts. (Because smoothies don't count.) Now I could get all down on myself and be glum about this but here's the second thing, when taken in context, this is a HUGE step. Having three desserts in a month vs. one every day, which had kind of become my modus operandiwell, that's success in my book. 

The month isn't over but I am committed to seeing this through. If you need me on February 1st I'll be baking a celebratory cake. 


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