My brother’s party was on Saturday night and it was a blast. I got to catch up with family members I hadn’t seen in ages, and even got to meet a long-lost cousin who turned out to be a kindred spirit. Love it when that happens. I wrote a cheeky birthday song for my brother (to the tune of ‘These are a few of my favourite things’) and my ‘choir’ did a fabulous job performing it at the party. I may have found a new career penning silly ditties.
D and I spent several hours decorating the chocolate mudcake I made for J’s party. See here for the story of why I made a sugary cake, and here for my attitude towards the occasional special event. The smell of the fondant icing was extremely sickly and I wondered if I would have noticed it before going sugar-free. The cake decoration turned out much better than I’d hoped, although I certainly have no plans to make any sugary cakes ever again. Any cakes will be strictly dextrose-only.
My brother LOVED his cake and just sat looking at it for several minutes as he didn’t want to cut it! I had a small piece and found it incredibly sweet, and thought the fondant icing was disgusting. But the birthday boy and everyone else thought it was delicious, so job done.
It took me aaaaaages to get to sleep that night. Part of that is because I’m an extrovert, so I find it really hard to unwind after a party. Being around large groups of people is very stimulating. However, I’m not usually left lying awake for well over two hours, so I’m attributing part of it to the sugar.
I was definitely hungrier than usual yesterday, and had cravings for soft serve – you know, the stuff so bad it’s not allowed to be called ice cream. Of course, I didn’t actually have any. This morning’s run was so pathetic I abandoned it 10 minutes in, and will try again tomorrow instead.
Am I worried that my recent sugary ‘lapses’ will plunge me back into my sugar-laden days?
I girded my loins and went straight back to eating sugar-free.
And that’s the best part of living this way. I have control over food. I no longer stuff myself with sweets or biscuits (cookies) because the cravings for them overwhelm me. I no longer feel ashamed for giving in to my cravings again and again and again. In the old days, I would have used eating some birthday cake as an excuse to quit my current diet. But not anymore. Oh, the freedom! It’s not an exaggeration to say that for me, this is nothing short of a miracle.
Eating some birthday cake was a conscious choice, and I knew what the consequences would be. And while we’re at it, I really hate the term ‘lapse’. I prefer to think of them as part of normal life, now reserved only for super-special occasions (given the frequency of special events in my social calendar!).
Anyway, the A & D Cake Shop is now officially closed.