When I started the No Sugar Initiative, I was certain that it would be comedy fodder for the next month.

I envisioned sugar withdrawal. I envisioned night sweats. I envisioned a methadone program.

I most emphatically did not envision this: “eh.”

One of the reasons I embarked on the NSI is that I desperately needed something to control, as my eating was anything BUT controlled. So I eliminated, not all carbs, but at least all obvious forms of sugar.

I’m not limiting anything else. I’m not worried about points. I’m just not eating sugar.

So far, this has been a non-event. A kid made cake the other night, and I did have to curb the habitual “Cake? There’s cake? Give me half!” response. When I looked in the fridge I saw a slim fast and thought, “Oh, I could have that!” and then thought, “Eh, not so much.”

I did get a little irked when the vending machine at work quit stocking pistachios. But I coped with the peanuts. Until they quit stocking *them.*

Ok, there was, indeed, a bit of a hostage crisis when all that was left was trail mix with m&ms mixed in.

But all in all, not so bad. While the point of the whole process wasn’t weight loss so much as self-control, I will weigh myself at the one-week mark and let you know what I did.