Maybe it’s because I’m constantly on the verge of hurling because of all the P90X-ing, but my sugar cravings – which were through the roof last month – have subsided big time. Let’s take right this second as an example: There’s a crème brulée in the fridge with my name written all over it (it was in the doggy bag from last night’s dinner date with Hubby), and I have zero desire to go scarf it.

And this is after the 90-minute “extreme yoga” session I just completed, twisting myself into a pretzel at the urging of our new roommate, Mr. Horton.

Considering all the sugary treats I was inhaling around Xmas and New Year’s, this is very happy news indeed.

In my book, I heap a lot of abuse on sugar and for good reason: It’s really bad for us, contributing to a long list of illnesses and diseases, including the big one, diabetes. Still, it’s sooo yummy. And it’s in almost everything these days (like freaking spaghetti sauce, whaddup with that), so it’s hard to steer clear of.

Though the jury is still out on whether sugar is actually addictive, I can unequivocally state that for me, it’s definitely a “the more I eat, the more I wanna eat” scenario. And when I cool it, the cravings aren’t anywhere near as strong.

Holistic-living guru Mariel Hemingway calls sugar a “noisy” food, and I totally get that. Along with chemical ingredients and caffeine, Hemingway writes in her “Healthy Living from the Inside Out” book, sugar “disrupts the internal calm that you can find when you follow a clean, quiet diet.”

I’m not down with messing with my internal calm. And on that note, I’m heading into my walk-in closet to meditate. Om.