Welcome to the Good, the Fat and the Hungry. I'm Karla and I have been -- or am -- all those things. Here, I will share with you my lifelong struggle with my weight, and I hope you'll follow along on with my determined attempt to lose nearly 40 pounds. I promise to tell you every win and setback along the way every Tuesday and Friday.

I need a do-over. Ever heard of that? That's the second chance you get in certain kids' games. It applies to hopscotch and double dutch, so it seems only fair I get one for my seven-day, no-sugar challenge.

The plan was strong. I was all set. So I thought. Inspired by a fellow blogger, Bethany Sanders, I wanted to experience the benefits of seven days without sugar consumption. I was thrilled to have Bethany stop by and comment on my post! However, sista girl should have reminded me that it's HOLIDAY time, when sweets abound!

I did fine on Monday and Tuesday although I admit it was a real challenge. Nevertheless, I made it. On Wednesday, I made a trip to Virginia to celebrate the grand opening of my sister's teen pregnancy facility. She named the center in honor of my late mother so this was a BIG deal. All it took was for me to bump into the Mayor next to the dessert tray. The rest is history.

The Mayor chewed and talked. I watched. I swear I was tempted to lick the brownie crumbs from his chin, but the police chief was standing next to him so to avoid arrest, I grabbed my own. The seven-day sugar challenge was so far in the back of my mind that I was in Delaware heading back to NY with a plate of leftovers next to me before
I realized my violation. Of COURSE, I threw them right out the window!

I'm just playing. They are in my fridge, but I did consider throwing them out. I figured they would still be fresh after the challenge was over, so why waste. I'd start over tomorrow and all would be well. No problem. I woke up this morning with fresh resolve to start again. Then THIS happened, an email from a co-worker, three rows away.

"For those of you who celebrate the season of treats -- I brought in home-made chocolate and white-chocolate covered goods (almonds, pretzels, oreos, peanuts, etc). Stop by my desk any time today to serve yourself a plate of goodness!"

Did she say "goodness"? Well, I thought I should stop by and investigate. Wouldn't want her to think I snubbed her. I arrived on the scene of the crime. Now, I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure there was a glow emanating from the many of the treats displayed on her desk. In an angelic voice, I heard a chocolate covered pretzel whisper, Kaaarlaaa. It was a sign. Furthermore, my co-worker's name IS the same as Jesus' momma -- Mary. These treats were divinely designed for me. I had not forgotten the challenge, it just didn't matter anymore.

In fairness to myself, I'm going to hold off on the challenge until after the holidays. I'll place it on my list of New Year's resolutions. It may be the only one I end up keeping. After all, it is only seven days.