On 31 December 2016,
in a moment one can only describe as complete, utter irrationality, I decided
to stop eating sugar for an undefined period of time, or until your head
exploded from hearing about it. I started with refined but have kind of gone
hardcore with it all.
I've always appreciated sugarific treats, for example delicious, delicious donuts. There's something that just makes sense about selling a product that has 20 grams of sugar in a pack of ten.
I figured out pretty early on that the shuggah desertation process was going to be a psychological battle of wills with the sweet stuff. The first two days were a bloody treat I tell ya, but I woke up on day three with an iron will sort of situation and figured I could live this sugarfree life until February. Oh how young and naive Liz was. I've captured some of my thoughts throughout this long, arduous process.
SHUGGAH LOG DAY 6:
During a work afternoon tea, while everyone was
enjoying glorious chocolate cupcakes, I spent my time alternating between some
crackers and hommus and snorting an empty paper donut bag for a gram of sugar.
I was also alternating between the inhale and exhale of a plastic bag that
formerly contained Haigh's Berry Choc chocolates.
I don't even like Haigh's chocolates but it smelt like
my sweet, sweet sugar so who cares. Apparently I didn't get the suffocation
memo. If there are any two-year-olds reading this - only inhale/exhale plastic
bags when you need a sugar hit, kids.
In summation, the cravings are driving me crazy.
I made zucchini cheesecake yesterday, except halved the truckload of
ricotta and feta it asked for. It is delicious and nutritious but clearly NOT
SUGAR because zucchini.
10 MINUTES LATER AND EVERY 10 MINUTES...
I am desperate for sugar.
SUGAR LOG DAY 10:
I am no longer viewing people’s heads as donuts that
need to be consumed, but rather as balls of skin and skull that contain nothing
but crumbs and candy wrappers; nothing that I can really work with. Your head
is now safe from friendly fire, but this most definitely will not last.
For the most part, I have a sugar force field that
gives me superpowers against the biggest, baddest, dirtiest carbohydrate.
Although at various times of the day a hole appears in my sugar ozone layer, so
to speak, and I'm completely vulnerable to any unexposed sugar kryptonite, and
that's when I have to break out the almonds! I hate almonds.
Don't have that 3pm slump anymore. I like this new ruling. No slumptime. Now that I'm not slumpy, then high, then slumpy again I realise how sugar controls my mood and emotions. It really takes the reins some days.
10 MINUTES LATER AND EVERY 10 MINUTES...
I am desperate for sugar.
SUGAR LOG DAY 19:
I don't know how I have gotten this far, but I'm just
rolling with the punches at this stage. And sugar certainly packs a punch. It's
like Rhonda Rousey. It does not let you go without a fight. And then it'll KO
you with a knee to the body.
Sometimes the iron will that I developed on DAY 2 slips up and I have to shoot down those rogue donuts that fly at my head, so I still have to wear my anti-sugar shield strapped to my back like a backpack every day. But, for the most part, not having sugar has mostly become mainstream for me.
10 MINUTES LATER AND EVERY 10 MINUTES...
I am desperate for sugar.
SUGAR LOG DAY 25:
I'm at a point where I've formed a new habit of not
turning to sugar in my time of need. But, alas, the old brain is still craving
sugar, although it doesn't really know what it wants or how to go about getting
it because it's not habit anymore to eat it, so confusing.
10 MINUTES LATER AND EVERY 10 MINUTES...
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