A few weeks ago, I tried to kick myself off of sugar. I vowed no more candy, chocolate, sugar on my oatmeal, etc etc. No added sugar of any type.
I didn’t do very well. I lasted 4 days.
So here I am again with this drug, otherwise known as sugar, coursing through my veins. I felt like I hit rock bottom this weekend. My husband brought home all sorts of junk from work for Easter. He works in seasonal candy, even with his own patent on an Easter bunny. So of course our home is candy central.
It was also our cub scout cake bake this weekend. So of course boy #2 had to do a cake covered in m&ms and then surrounded by fun size Twix bars.
So I made the decision to formally follow a plan to rid my body of this drug. I admit, I can’t do it on my own.
I’ve started following the The 21 Day Sugar Detox. It’s not one of those fad diets that promises all sorts of wonderful things. It does promise healthy food, nourishment, and an end to the constant ups and downs of sugar addiction.
Yesterday I finished Day 1. I think that was the first day in literally decades when I hadn’t had something sugary to eat.
I ate eggs, bacon, salad with vinaigrette dressing, grilled chicken, almonds, a green apple, roasted sweet potato (after my cardio/weights at the gym), homemade turkey burger without the bun, spinach and romaine salad, homemade guacamole. That’s pretty darn good!
I’m craving carbs and sugar though. I know the first few days will be rough. I have a headache now, which I expected. I just want to curl up on the couch. And I’m crabby. But that’s not that unusual!
Quitting sugar is so much like quitting a drug. You go through withdrawal. I’m sure it’s hard for some people to understand this whole process…I’ve been told “just quit eating it!” But sugar is everywhere. And so is flour and bread. And my beloved pre- and/or post- workout Clif Bars. It’s not just candy.
It’s comfort. It’s dependence. Like smoking a cigarette or taking a hit of a drug. You want more. And you just can’t “not” do it.
It’s an addiction.
One that I’m bound and determined to break.
I’m going to kick it in the ass. With my my pink kicks on, of course!