One of my newest sweet-enough treats. Good on toast, even better straight from the spoon.

I—Dimity—just reread this post after coming off a week of Midwest AMR-a-palooza, and it still resonates with me like it did in October 2012: avocados, almonds, always paying attention to what I eat.

After our whirlwind, awesome trip to Chicago, where we had a rockin’ house party in Glen Ellyn, and to Fontana, Wisconsin, for ZOOMA Great Lakes, where we connected with so many great BAMRs, I came home kind of depleted. I’ve done this–this squeezing a week’s worth of activities into 72 hours–enough times this year to realize that it takes me at least 3 more days to feel like myself. Please note: I’m not complaining–I love that I get to do this–I’m just stating fact.

And when I don’t feel like myself, I eat like crap. Today, I’ve had 2.5 chocolate chip cookies, two handfuls of dark chocolate-covered acai berries, and a medium-sized bowl of Drumstick ice cream. Which is pretty much the daily amount of sugar I used to eat, at a minimum, pre-cleanse. But I don’t eat that much at all these days, and right now, right now, I feel both listless and angry.

On the whole, though, I’ve cleaned up my eating significantly. While I haven’t felt much of a physical difference–I don’t think I had issues with gluten or dairy–I feel a huge mental difference. My moods are less like the mountains of Colorado and more like the flat plains of Iowa, which I’ll happily take. I don’t crave sugar anymore; even on days like today, I eat it because I’m tired and overwhelmed and a little sad, not because my cells are yelling for M&Ms.

On the whole, I’m about 85% cleaner, 15% dirty. Most of the time, my bread is Ezekiel. My dinner is something like brown rice, black beans, avocados on a bed of spinach. My nightly beer has turned into my weekly beer or three. My snacks are almonds and honeycrisp apples. But Friday night is always pizza, and I’ll never turn down chocolate chip cookies or a Diet Coke, especially if I’m traveling.

While my taste buds seemed to have grown up about 20 years over the past two months, I have a few strategies that have definitely helped as well:

I love my husband and I love these, but if he brings home another gallon-sized bag of them from Costco, marital disharmony will ensue.

1.  I don’t buy the stuff I know won’t serve me well. Simple, I realize, but it’s also a huge reason for my success. If it’s not easily accessible, chances are, I won’t eat it.  The chocolate chip cookies were from a fundraiser for a neighbor, and the acai berries were from Grant, who went to Costco yesterday to buy a few household things like dog food and paper towel. I thought of telling him to please NOT buy anything sugary in bulk, but thought he knew better. Apparently, he didn’t.

My typical sweet post-dinner treats: a piece of toast with Justin’s Chocolate Hazelnut Butter or a small bowl of some Love Grown Cocoa Goodness Granola.  Or a smallish bowl of ice cream.

2. I’ve changed the staples I buy. At least once a week, I buy broccoli, a new tub of baby spinach, zucchini, sweet potatoes, butternut squash, cashews, almond butter, almond milk, and avocados. Lord, do I eat the avocados now. One of my fave lunches these days: turkey sandwich: one slice of Ezekiel bread has half an avocado spread on it, sprinkled with salt; the other slide has a wedge of Daily Cow cheese spread on it. Delish–and really filling.

3. I try–emphasis on try–to cut myself off at the pass. When I’m not feeling great and know that if I suck down the sugar, I’m going down even further, I pull out the baby carrots and red pepper hummus, and make myself eat at least 10 of them before I eat anything else. Or I slice up an apple and have that before I can think about something less healthy.

Another helpful, yellow book. I sense a trend.

4. I read. Specifically, I soak up this passage from You Are Here: Discovering the Magic of the Present Moment by Thich Nhat Hanh. A friend gave me the little yellow book, a primer on Buddhism, when I was feeling so blue in August, and I keep it by my bed and read a little from it a few times a week. Although the sentiment is definitely lofty, it really resonates with me–especially the bold part.

Aware of the suffering caused by unmindful consumption, I vow to cultivate good health, both physical and mental, for myself, my family, and my society by practicing mindful eating, drinking, and consuming. I vow to ingest only items that preserve peace, well-being, and joy in my body, in my consciousness, and in the collective body and consciousness of my family and society.

Do you have any tricks you use when you’re craving crap but know you shouldn’t? What foods preserve peace, well-being, and joy in your body and consciousness?