Today I started a 21 day sugar detox which has me eating nothing that even remotely resembles sugar or that can turn into sugar. That also means nothing that tastes sweet so no Vanilla Splenda in my steel-cut oats. Surprisingly, it actually was good without it, so I may start eating it with just the cinnamon and smidge of milk that I add even after the 21 days are over.
Sugar is (excuse my French) hell on me. I love it- I crave it- and once I start, I can’t get enough of it. Now if it was good for me, I’d say no problem, but as we all know- sugar is the devil’s way of getting to our hips and thighs. I know it’s bad, yet I plowed through cookies, candies and everything in between during the Christmas season. Heck, I can’t even say it was during the Chrismas season, but instead I should say the Holiday season, because it started before Thanksgiving.
Why? One sentence. I became unconscious in my choices. I knew it wasn’t good for me, but I did it anyway. Now, I’m sorry I did. I’m not beating myself up about it, but what I am doing is taking mental notes so that when I think I can have a little sugar- I can remind myself of what happens when I think just a little won’t hurt.
So here’s to this 21 day detox. Forget the fact that I have a headache and my tastebuds are wanting sugar- It ain’t going to happen- no how, no way. After all, it’s only sugar.