Craving Sweets

Recently, my sweet tooth was replaced by 'sweet teeth' – a mouthful! I was tired and still not fully recovered from my previous bouts with virus and infection. The conference center was supplying us with endless platters of different kinds of sugary desserts. It was a confluence of unfortunate circumstances for me, and a test I failed willfully.

I knew the last thing I needed was anything with sugar in it. And the only thing I really wanted was sugar. Sugar kept me going, while never really slaking my desire for more sweets. The more I ate, the more I wanted, the worse I felt.

When I dissected this craving, it boiled down to the need to be sweet to myself. If I don't get it any other way, I'll eat it … until I get what I really want. Normally I catch this sooner than I did this time.

This was yet another round with my personal demon. So here I am, recommitting one more time to acting as if I matter … and to creating a worthy temple for my spirit.