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I’ve mentioned before about how giving up sugar has given me so much more head space.  I thought you might appreciate an illustration of what I mean by that.

Before giving up sugar my days were filled with internal dialogue that went something like this:

9:30am.

‘I’m hungry!  I want to eat my morning tea now.’

‘You just ate breakfast!  How can you be starving already?  Have some self-control and wait another hour’.

‘But pleeeease, I’m starving!’

No.  If you eat now then you’ll need to eat your lunch early.  And then you’ll be starving all afternoon.  Just wait‘.

‘Can I have a muffin from the cafe down the street?  They make the best muffins.  I don’t want that apple.  It won’t fill me up.’

No.  Muffins are bad for you.  Now be quiet, I’m trying to work‘.

‘Muffin!  Muffin!  Muffin!  I want muffin!  Oh have you seen the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man…’

Okay, okay, you win.  Shut up already.  Let’s go get a muffin.

‘Wahoo!  Can we get a hot chocolate too?’

Sigh.

So I’m basically Gollum from Lord of the Rings 🙂

Sometimes it would be worse, like the internal dialogue when I went to a dinner party…

About 5:30pm

‘Okay, so we have to be there at 6:30pm, but that means we probably won’t sit down to eat until at least 7pm.  And the host is never on time for anything anyway, so maybe it’ll be more like 7:30pm…I wonder what she’ll serve us?  I hope she’s over that tiny portion haute cuisine phase, because otherwise I may just have to eat D’s arm.  And I like his arm attached right where it is.  Maybe she’ll make that amazing parfait again though.  I loved that.  Oooh, I wonder if I should make that raspberry devil’s food cake tomorrow…drool…devil’s food cake…Hmmm, shall I have a snack now?  I mean, I’m not hungry at the moment, but I will be by 7:30pm…ok, I’ll have a snack.’

You see what I mean?  It’s exhausting!

Nowadays my internal dialogue about food goes something like this:

11:30am

Hi Angela, this is your stomach.  I’m a teeny bit hungry, but I’ll be okay to eat later if that’s what you want.

(Often I don’t need to eat lunch until 2pm.)

2:00pm

What does the meal plan say I’m eating for lunch?  Ooh, tuna and veggies?  Yum!

5:00pm

Hey you.  It’s me, Stomach, again.  Just letting you know I’m here in case you forgot.  K’ bye now.

6:30pm

Om nom nom, stew is soooo tasty.  Kumara!  Kumara!

 

And that’s about it.

No wistful fantasies about the decadent desserts I might concoct.  No planning my errands to include a stop to buy chocolate. Or muffins.  No beating myself up for giving in and eating crap food again.  No hiding what I’m eating because I’m ashamed.

Nowadays when I think about food it’s because I am researching good nutrition, or looking up recipes to plan our meals for the week, or deciding what to feed my baby next.  I never think ‘Oh my Lord, I would sell my soul for a bar of chocolate’ anymore.  I almost never think about chocolate anymore.  It’s a miracle, folks.

As the kick-ass ladies of En Vogue would say:

Free your mind, and the rest will follow.

'Be colour bliiiiind, don't be so shallow...'

‘Be colour bliiiiind, don’t be so shallow…’

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