I just dipped my finger in a bit of dextrose – man, it was sweet! I looked at D and said “You know what this means? We’ve withdrawn from sugar.” This was followed by triumphant grins from both of us, and comments about finally getting around to making some dextrose treats for our next special occasion. (D is busy sprinkling some dextrose into our frozen yoghurt maker as we speak.) If you don’t know about dextrose yet, you can safely substitute it for sugar once you have withdrawn from it. Before you’ve withdrawn, it will taste like flour.
I really thought I would be one of the typical women that David Gillespie talks about in Sweet Poison – some women take three months to completely withdraw. I was quite prepared for it to take that long, knowing what a sugarholic I was. But phew! I’m there already.
Today felt like a real back-to-basics day; getting into the swing of things after being away. It’s been nice to prepare all my food from scratch again, and the only snack I ate today was a banana, after the Round the Bays 7k walk I completed this morning.
I have dropped a dress size, and went second-hand clothes shopping (if this was an Olympic sport, I’d be a gold medalist). The place I went to (Rebound, in Petone) was fantastic, and it was nice to find myself fitting a size that I’ve not been for about 10 years. But before I come off sounding like some obnoxious prig going ‘look at me, I’m the Sweet Poison poster child’, let me add that I still have a heck of a lot of weight to lose! And I need to lay off the potato chips and pies that are still in my diet at times.
But you know what? For the first time in aaaages, I actually feel like I am in control of my eating, and that I can actually shift some of that weight – for good.