Wow, it’s been aaaaages since I’ve posted on here. So let me fill you in on what’s been happening.
Yes, I had my baby! Yay! Eloise arrived (2 weeks late) in pretty much the hottest January on record and has turned life upside down, like all babies do. Wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s gorgeous, and as bright as a button with a VERY strong personality already (toddler years = be afraid, be very afraid).
Awww, here she is in her dedication finery
Pregnancy pretty much sucked. I never had anything terrible like pre-eclampsia or worries about the health of my baby, but I never got to that ‘glowing’ stage people tell you about. The glow must have turned up while I was out or something. I had about 10 weeks where I felt normal, but the rest of the time I was either tired/nauseous/heartburned/breathless/cranky/whiney or hormonal. Poor D, I was not much fun to live with. But D is awesome, and he took it in his stride. Anyway, the upshot of it was I had little mental energy for blogging, and I also felt guilty for what happened in the latter part of last year, hence my lack of posts.
D and I were doing really well living the sugar-free life…until we went to America. We went there in Aug/Sept last year for a babymoon, to catch up with my friends and to go on a road trip.
I LOVE America and Americans. I lived there for a while and it holds a special place in my heart. Americans can get a bad rap internationally, but I generally find them to be some of the nicest people on the planet. But they do something a bit strange. They don’t cook for friends. Instead, they take you out to a restaurant to eat. D and I spent 6 or 7 days staying with different sets of friends before the road trip, and we never once had a home cooked meal. Even my best friend there who usually cooks from scratch took us out to eat each time. Now this is not really a complaint, this is just an observation on how Americans do hospitality. D and I were taken to some amazing restaurants and were not allowed to pay. D had never met my American friends before. He was blown away by their generosity and friendliness (I mean seriously, how many people hand you $100 and say ‘go buy baby clothes’?).
My friends were keen for D to sample the local food, as he had never visited that part of the country before. It’s hard to eat healthily when you’re eating Kansas BBQ (which is SO amazing), let alone local delicacies that involve things like mashed potatoes, unlimited cinnamon rolls (thank you Stroud’s), doughnuts, ice cream or pie.
By the time we embarked on our road trip, we were totally sugared up. I guess our attitude was ‘what the heck, we can go off sugar when we get home’. So we decided to enjoy whatever food we felt like.
Boy is it hard to eat well on the road! Americans do great deli sandwiches and other healthy options, but they are generally not to be found near the interstate. Most of our roadside meals were fast food, which we got heartily sick of. We had no cooking facilities at the motels we stayed at, nor were we really able to cart around food in the hot summer temperatures, so we weren’t able to make any meals ourselves. However, we did have a great time trying out the different foods – for instance I finally got to eat fried green tomatoes and D had a old-fashioned American apple pie.
When we got home, I found it impossible to stay away from sugar. I was totally addicted once again, and I bet myself up about it. My cravings for sugary things were so bad. I began bingeing and eating in secret again. I used my pregnancy as an excuse to keep eating sugar, as cravings are part of pregnancy, right?
D and I planned to go off sugar completely once the baby arrived, and we did pretty well for several weeks. Although, that’s because our first few weeks with Eloise were hell on earth (traumatic birth experience followed by feeding issues – long story) so we had no time to think about food. Things were so bad I ended up with Post Natal Depression. Fortunately as Eloise’s feeding issues were resolved, I started to feel a bit better. Although, now I had the head space to process what I’d been through, I went back to my usual method of comforting myself – sweet food.
Anyway, I’m relieved to report that my PND was short-lived and I am fine now, and enjoying being a stay-at-home Mum. I want to be sugar-free again as I felt great when I was. I have pregnancy weight to lose, but most importantly, I want my daughter to grow up with good examples of eating healthily. I don’t want Eloise to struggle with her weight like I have for most of my adult life (although fortunately she’s inherited my Mother-in-law’s tall, skinny frame). The best part of a sugar-free life for me was that I was in control of my eating, and that for me was priceless. Going fructose-free is not a magic bullet. It’s not a fad. And it’s sure not easy! But I’ve done it before, and I can do it again. Right, D?
I’m giving up sugar again starting right now, and will be posting here regularly to keep myself accountable. Please let me know how your sugar-free journey is going. Any words of encouragement would be appreciated!