I have a sugar problem. I really do. My sweet tooth dictates my life. And really, I’m not the kind of girl who’s like "ewww there are so many calories in that", but I am the kind of girl who knows that sugar makes me tired and cranky.

So remember my Unstuff This Turkey challenge?

It’s back. I just need to come up with a catchy name.

The rules are simple. I mean, the rule is simple. No, wait. I mean, there’s one flexible, vague and completely subjective guideline to this challenge:

Avoid junk.

I remember talking to someone last time I did this challenge and they asked, "so you’re not eating fruit?!"

What?! No! In fact, I stretch my definition of "fruit" to include Starburst and Skittles.

But bananas? Those are bad. So are carrots.

(I need a sarcasm font)

Anyhow, since I’m training for a marathon, the lethargy that greets me at 6:25 am and 3:00 pm every single day is no longer acceptable. And I’m about to fix that. Well, I’m about to try to. At least until next weekend. Then we’ll go from there. Baby steps, people!

Also, that means that this morning’s pre-run breakfast of Oreos and Gatorade isn’t going to make the cut.

What a shame, too, because I was about to write to General Mills and tell them that Wheaties are not, in fact, the breakfast of champions.

What did you have for breakfast?

My mom sent me this picture of my nephew after he was introduced to baked ziti last week. She said that she sees a lot of me in him when I was that age.

That age?

Mom, I still look like that when I eat baked ziti.