un-sweet my tooth

It has been a fortnight since I arrived here in HK.  
This time tomorrow, I'll be on my road to recovery.  Must admit I'm feeling very butterflied about all this.  On the one hand, I've been getting weird dreams in the middle of the night; and on the other, I can't wait.  I've fallen off the wagon for awhile and have had my share of idle time but I think it's best to be getting back on track.  That's getting slightly ahead of myself.  I've learned that there's no point to counting one's chickens before they've hatched, but having said that, I'm keeping all my precious eggs at bay.

I have gone 9 full days without sweets.  No chocolates.  No cakes.  No pastries.  NO desserts!   And it may not sound like much of a feat, but my sweet tooth has subsisted with me for as long as I can remember.  (Let me qualify that fruit is okay.)  I've lost a lot in the last half year or so.  
The inclination to party.  
The inclination to light up.  
The inclination to vodka.  
The inclination to ingest caffeine.  
And now, the inclination to eat sweets.
I'm actually the BIGGEST LOSER.  
But now that I've let go of this restless side of myself and have been feeling very peaceful.    
I've actually began to like staying in.
In less than a year, I've managed to morph into a softened version of myself.  Beginning to first see and then appreciate life's quietude. As though this injury was leading towards me synching into a homebody.  After all those substances went and gone, I found myself wanting to exercise more.  I kind of liked the sleeping early and waking up earlier habit.   Just a bit more quality little by little, day by day.  
So all roads lead to Zen.  The ideal need not be a bad thing, after all!