30 Days Without Sugar
This morning, right after I’d dropped my kids off at school, I opened the freezer and reached for the Haagen Dasz. Thankfully, I came to my senses and realized that 8:45 in the morning isn’t an appropriate time to be eating ice cream, but how have I gotten to this point? I’ve gone from an occasional indulgence to a nightly treat to a constant grazing of food-like substances.
So, I didn’t eat the ice cream, but I did polish off a bag of Kettle chips. Tomato, tomahto? I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m out of control. I don’t feel well, either. I’m anxious and I’m not exercising and I run out of energy by 5pm, which, as all those who care for little kids know, is nowhere near the end of the day.
Not only that, but lately while I’ve been getting dressed, I’ve wanted to drape myself in a tarp. I don’t weigh much more than I did a few weeks ago, but I feel entirely gelatinous. I feel down. I don’t even like food anymore. I just want to eat something that will make me feel better. Not full, not healthy, but some kind of emotional fulfillment. That’s right, I’m eating my emotions. Welcome to Oprah, eighteen years ago. Cutting edge, I know.
I don’t know if this will help at all, but I’m going back to a no-sugar diet for 30 days. No sugar substitutes, no nothing. I just put in an order for a meat CSA from a local farm as well, and our first shipment should come soon, so that will take care of some meal planning. But really, I just want to stay away from the sugar.
Kettle chips are still a go, but hopefully my desire to eat them before 9AM will go down if I start thinking about other things I’m eating. Hopefully. I’m going to post my meals and weight on Twitter each day with the hashtag (wait for it) #30dayswithoutsugar, if you want to see how I’m doing. Wish me luck.