Sorry to admit, but I fell off the no-sweets wagon. Not gallon-of-ice-cream hard, but a hell of a lot harder than I wanted.

Saturday evening I received a phone call from my mom telling me she had been experiencing pressure in her chest all day, and it had recently traveled to her back. These are the types of symptoms she had just before being diagnosed with heart disease and undergoing surgery to correct 90% arterial blockage in two places. She asked me to go out to her house because it was going to be the first time she would take her nitro pills and she didn't know what her reaction would be.

I went, reminding myself there would be time to reprimand her later for going the entire day with these symptoms before finally deciding to do something.

Anyway, the first thing I did when I got to her house, after she took her first pill and were waiting for it to dissolve, was attack the candy basket on the kitchen table. I did it without thinking. I just grabbed a Reese's mini-peanut butter cup, and tore open the foil wrapper. I had a brief moment of clarity of my actions just before popping it into my mouth. I could have stopped, but I chose not to. I was scared, worried, nervous, and I decided I would allow myself this crutch.

I shouldn't have.

That crutch became half a dozen more peanu butter cups, a bowl of Lucky Charms when I got home, four bowls of Cap'n Crunch on Sunday (throughout the day -- not in one sitting), a cinnamon roll, amd S'mores Candy Bar.

I think I'm back under control, but it hasn't been easy. It's like starting all over.