I’m finished my 12 days in the 14 Day Challenge the Land of No Added Sugar, and I have to say it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I figured by now, I’d be hoarding little sugar packets and chugging back their sweet goodness in a bathroom stall. (I didn’t do this) Or licking the remnants of a latent brownie or cookie crumb off of the kitchen counter, ( I SO WANTED TO DO THIS) or sucking back the remains of wine from the recycled wine bottles still downstairs. (NO, I DIDN’T DO THIS EITHER, EVEN THOUGH I SEE YOU EYEING ME AND THINKING THAT I REALLY DID…OKAY, I THOUGHT ABOUT IT… GAWD) Or even sneaking mouthfuls of chocolate chips straight from the bag. (Somebody beat me to it) I haven’t done any of that. No, really. I haven’t.
Oh, sure the first few days were like The Hunger Games around here. I could have easily made one of my kids a human sacrifice for a piece of chocolate cake…or cookie…or crumb of a cookie. Seriously. Hubby wouldn’t even drink a glass of wine in my presence lest he endure a death stare of epic proportions. He still hasn’t had any wine…maybe he’s been visiting the recycling bottles downstairs…
I’m better now. I don’t feel the need to stab a baby for its juice nor take down some random person in the street for drinking a can of Diet Coke.
All that being said, I feel well. My cravings have diminished. I have found a coffee that isn’t like drinking the bottom of a sink hole filled with sludge and I’ve lost a few pounds along the way. All good.
I have noticed a few other things since embarking on this journey of sugarless magnificence:
I’m not craving sweets as much as I used to. Not even chocolate, which is surprising since it’s as close to my heart as cute puppies and Christmas
My eyesight has NOT improved. WTF sugar?! Not that I thought it would, but I thought if I was clouded with sugar-induced haziness, it may improve to the point of me not having to squint. Still read today’s bootcamp exercise as ‘Stripping’ instead of ‘skipping’….and just so you know, the Canadian government weather website tab says ‘Taxes’ not ‘Texas’…I remember thinking “WTF has Texas got to do with Canadian weather?” Or Taxes for that matter…
I still want a glass of wine. That hasn’t gone away and next Tuesday, I will possibly indulge in a glass…TUESDAY IS NOW MY FAVOURITE DAY.
Sorry to the fellow bootcamp ladies. I must apologize for my epic under-my-breath swearing ( I only said ‘Fuck off’ a few times…yeah. A mere few times…) at your effortless perfection in the kitchen in posting all those wonderful looking recipes whilst I slob over on the couch watching Leah Remini take down Scientology and then cry over the next FUCKING AWESOME EPISODE OF SHERLOCK EVER. (I think that’s the new title, by the way. Look it up. It’s on PBS. Even THEY can be a wee bit sweary when they want to.) Anyways, I would post an epic pic of my unflavoured oatmeal drowned in Cinnamon, but I feel it would cower in comparison to all of your blah blah wonderful soup-stuffed-something-or-other with kale and fucking AVOCADO dishes. Not a wee bit edgy….
I eat more often. I eat better food every couple of hours so I’m not ravenous when I get home. Seems to do the trick
I drink more water…probably because there’s nothing else to drink, but it has helped.
It doesn’t bother me too much when my co-workers plop down in front of me with their tea and Oreo cookies and eat them in front of me without offering one or putting them away out of sensitivity for my plight with sugar and all it’s evilness. Oh, you’d think they’d care, but apparently they are as empathetic as an abandoned indifferent stagnant rock with no care or compassion for others who are working their asses off at improving their health and fitness and becoming an overall well-rounded individual, so piss off! Nope, doesn’t bother me ONE BIT.
So, there you have it. I’m rocking the sugarless thing with all the raw emotion of a person on a runaway roller coaster with a death wish.
ONLY TWO MORE DAYS TO GO AND EVERYONE MAY SURVIVE THIS SHIT.