Tomorrow I will have been sugar-free for three months. On one hand, it feels like quite an achievement. When I started on this journey I was doubtful that I could do it. Doubtful that all those things David Gillespie promised me would happen.
Now I’m three months in, on the other hand it feels like it’s been fairly easy. I’ve had a few times when I’ve had sugar (see my last post, for instance), but on the whole I think I’ve done well. The first few weeks were a struggle, but the last month has flown by, and hasn’t felt too hard at all. I haven’t felt the need to post much, as this sugar-free thing is seeming rather normal now.
The last two days I wanted to stuff a piece of chocolate cake in my mouth REALLY badly, but that’s because it was in my face all weekend. I was at a 3 day workshop with my clients, and was responsible for serving the food. Our chefs included this amazing chocolate cake. One of my clients is 80, and he said it was the best chocolate cake he’d ever had in his whole life. It looked so good, but I resisted. The thought of how bad I would feel afterwards was enough to make me say no.
But besides the Great Chocolate Cake Temptation of 2012, I haven’t wanted sweet stuff much at all. I make dextrose brownie, and that satisfies any desire for a treat. And I think the desire for a treat is tied up with how much I just love to bake, and not the food itself. Last week I went without morning tea for several days – which is unheard of for me. I love that I no longer feel ravenously hungry most of the time. That I’m not climbing the walls if I don’t get dinner until after 7pm. When I think about my old eating patterns I just cringe. And I remember how powerless I felt over my cravings. A sugar-free life wins. No contest.