I thought you needed to know exactly what my mouth, body, and brain have been feeling in this one week without sugar. And I’m not going to sugar coat it (pun intended); it hasn’t been so pretty.
First things first. I haven’t cheated. I have been sugar free for almost a week now despite the temptation and the cravings and the hunger (and I’m hungry all the effing time). But I haven’t faltered or stepped off my sugar free path. The cravings sometimes have been brutal. I want chocolate, peanut butter, coffee that tastes like dessert, juice, toast with apple butter, peaches, sweet tea vodka, and a mint chocolate chip milkshake. But I’m holding strong. And I can feel good about that.
What doesn’t feel so good? Day 3 and Day 4. I was miserable. I woke up with a headache that lasted pretty much for the two days. My body didn’t feel natural, it felt sluggish, heavy, and achey. I had no energy, no focus. I was underwater. The super highlight was when I rushed to pick up my daughter from her preschool classroom only to remember that she goes to dance on Thursday. I then broke all land-speed records to race home, find her ballet and tap shoes, and race back to class where I interrupted to dress my daughter (who had been crying because she didn’t have her dance clothes). Yes. Total #momfail.
By Thursday night, my husband was asking me if I was okay. The simple process of making dinner took me eons, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed. I didn’t look well either according to Jason who said I was pale and had dark circles under my eyes. He kept offering me sugar, promising not to tell you, dear readers. (I’m telling you, temptation.)
I’ve gotten the color back in my cheeks and the dark circles have dissipated to their natural not-quite-so-dark. But the has hunger hung around like a bad cold. It’s not even just a simple gnawing hunger but a total roaring hunger that is impossible to ignore. The difference now is that I’m reaching for hard boiled eggs or cheese instead of peanut butter or chocolate.
There is a bright side. I am starting to feel better. I have a little more energy, and it’s been a couple of days since I stared into the pantry dreaming of what I can’t eat. The headaches still come and go, but I’m also trying to drink more water, and that can only help. And the sometimes swelling I had in my ankles seams to have disappeared, along with 6 or so pounds. (Look out Fit for Fall group.)
It hasn’t been an easy week, and I don’t know that week number 2 will be any better. (How many days are left?) But I keep telling myself it will be worth it. It will be worth it. It will be worth it. It has to be, right?