All right, I'm over it. Whatever was making me queen of the sugar with yet more sugar on top is officially gone. I feel like I've been hit by a train. I never ever want to eat cake again, or cookies or fudge or whatever. I guess I'm glad I got it out of my system so early because I'm perfectly happy now to go on to Christmas sans treats. That's how bad I feel. When things are good you don't always appreciate how good they are, good becomes the status quo and you take it for granted. And then when you crash it kicks your ass. I'm making myself a commitment to lay off the sugar (literal sugar, not carbs as a whole) until atleast after Christmas. I don't want to be the person who eats badly and feels bad and then spends their whole life on their ass because they don't feel good enough to exercise.
Per the above, I'm going to plan my ass into subservience for the rest of the month. I'm working on my meal plan right now, for this weekend and next week. I can't remember the last time I put that down on paper. Granted, until this weekend, everything was fine. I feel like it's extra important to have a plan and the right food to execute it so nothing goes awry. I really want to remember how crap I feel so the next time I think I don't need to worry about moderation I tell myself to shut up.