This past month I decided to give up sugar. I have never been much of a sweets lover—until I had my son. Then I went on a KitKat kick. No other candy interested me, but I ate a few of those snack-sized KitKats every day. Then, one day, Peppermint Patties became my new love.

When I was nursing my son, I could justify it. I’m not saying it was good for me, just that I justified it in my head because I was a nursing mother and a few extra calories didn’t really matter (or did they?) But I hadn’t nursed my son in over a year—and I was still eating Peppermint Patties.

So I chose Monday, June 18th, as my stop date. I waited until after my brother’s birthday (June 17th) because I planned to send him cupcakes from Crumbs Bakery in NYC, and I was hoping to snag one. Hmm. Maybe Peppermint Patties weren’t my only issue.

On the morning of June 18th, I was visiting my sister and her family at their vacation home on Martha’s Vineyard (yes, it’s great to have family that live in excellent locales). My son and I went to the Morning Glory Farm, about a mile down the road, and I got a cup of coffee—with a teaspoon of sugar in it—and three pints of fresh-picked, organic strawberries.  When we got home, we had some strawberries with our lunch and then I cut up the rest of the strawberries after my son went to sleep. I wanted to make strawberry shortcake, so I found a container that looked like sugar, but I tasted it to be sure. As I tasted the sugar granules on my tongue, it hit me—I wasn’t supposed to be eating sugar!

Only a few hours into my sugar-free life, and I’d already failed. What should I do now?

Try again, of course.

I have noticed that, often, when I say I’m going to do something, it gets screwed up somehow. That used to bother me a lot. Now, I just notice it, tell myself I’m not perfect (duh!), and move on.

That sounds really simple, but I used to torture myself whenever I made the tiniest mistake. I’d spend so much time berating myself, I was miserable—which of course made me the life of the party!

That day, I just moved on. I didn’t have any Peppermint Patties all week. No candy, no cookies, no doughnuts. No sugar on my cereal.

But one day I did have a piece of pound cake with fresh strawberries (mixed with a little sugar) on it. Hey, how often do you get homemade strawberry shortcake made with organic strawberries picked a few hours before you bought them?

I wanted to stop mindlessly eating Peppermint Patties (and any other foods that I was eating in an addictive way), not deprive myself of a special once-a-year treat.

So far, so good. Not perfect—but good. Isn’t life sweet?