So I’m two days into my sugar divorce and I’m doing okay. I’ve only had one slip up and that was sort of an accident. Well I’m saying an accident, actually it was more of a reflex action. Someone was passing a tub of chocolate-covered hob nob marshmallows from table to table in a training course I was helping to run yesterday. I didn’t notice it heading towards me, but when the tub came at me from the left, I shoved one in my mouth and passed it to my right.
My arm responded to that tub of hob-nob chocolate in the same way me knee would’ve responded to a reflex hammer…there was bugger-all thought involved whatsoever on my part.
Yes, I know. I sat with that hob-nob marshmallow on my tongue and thought Shit! I’m not supposed to be eating this…
I didn’t feel it was appropriate to spit the damned thing out again, I mean that would make me a weirdo, right? So I made the most of my accidental snack, and sucked it until I only had one little oat left in the middle of my tongue. Which I appreciate still makes me a tiny bit weird, I mean who sucks a marshmallow..? The important thing is, I didn’t compound the situation by eating a bunch more of them and it only cost me thirty three calories.
I’d love to claim full credit for resisting the temptation to go back for more, but actually there were none left once everyone had pitched in. What do you mean, did I look? You fucking know I did. But, even with the taste of chocolate on my tongue I didn’t go find something else instead when I realised the tub was empty and I could have, because there was a shop and cafe dead opposite where we were working.
I don’t think that one indiscretion means I have to re-set the dial. I’ve got fifty six hours and one cock-up under my belt but I don’t feel any worse for having eaten it, and I’ve definitely got less sugar running through my veins than I did two days ago. Seriously, I’m as grouchy as it’s possible to be without actually ripping someone’s face off. Maybe I should be duct-taped to the bed with someone standing guard as I go cold turkey but so far, with the exception of that one incident it’s largely been uneventful. I’m coping, even if my turkey is still only lukewarm.
I did sack off the idea of going swimming last night, so I’m not entirely behaving like a skinny girl. The length swim last night was 9pm-10pm and by that time I’d been in pyjamas for three hours and I seriously couldn’t be arsed. My boy raised an eyebrow and commented that before the holiday I would’ve gone without thinking and he’s right, so there’s definitely still work to do on shifting the holiday mindset.
The fact that he noticed – and commented – has closed off my option of bumming for two days in a row though, so I’ll definitely be in the pool tonight… 🙂
LOL, yeah, when your turkey is only lukewarm — well nevermind! We’re already in this brawl, just keep swinging – we’re doing great!
Now listen, (said the one who blithely sampled * halloween candy after dinner). I place my faith in the meal that I planned & served, beef fajita and lots of veg, non-dietetic dressing. Sort of try to think like a diabetic, going for some balance, timed release, like that. There are fewer carbo hangovers if the occasional sweet or starch has real food alongside. So all is not lost, we don’t set our turkey timer all the way back to 96!
A very good point Fleury! It’s all about the planning isn’t it? I need to get a lot smarter at that! ?
Wondering if you have thought about what types of vacations you will take in the future? Safe vacations, food safe vacations? And does this all have something to do with your traveling companions? Or time of the year?
This is the same line my thinking is taking: it’s planned mayhem. Time for a better plan–though I’m American and we don’t have the same allegiance to regularly scheduled holidays which is an entirely different subject… xom
I don’t think it’s the vacations that need to change Vickie, it’s me! I’ve managed several really well but for some reason I had the devil on board before I’d even set off!
It might have worked once, but not working now.
And that is the reality.
I think you need to look for vacations where the structure is totally different. No floating food free for all.
Maybe walking tours with sensible food. Or maybe some sort of art thing with sensible food. Or sailing or biking with sensible food.
Think of what we would be saying to an alcoholic or a spendaholic planning a vacation.
Seriously trying to cut the sugar but the withdrawals are so horrendous I have some and boom … any tips ?
Oh lord I’m not speaking from a position of strength Elaine! I’ll summon up a few tips when I feel like I’ve cracked it! ?
You may remember I love hobnobs and whenever I go home my Mum stocks up on them for me. I’ve never seen hobnob marshmallows so I googled them and sat and drooled over the picture for a minute 🙂 I was going to email my Mum and have her send me some for Christmas but common sense took hold and I will wait for my next trip.
I’m happy you have 2 days under your belt. Love that your boy called you out on the swimming haha! Hope you didn’t hurt him 🙂
In the moment Jo I wanted to flatten him, problem was he wasn’t wrong!! ?
As long as the slip didn’t lead you to want to binge on sugar then it was no big deal.
I think it is nice of your son to encourage you to do your exercise.
Yes me too, although he did get my very best Paddington stare at the time ?
Divorce is never easy or pleasant, but every day gets easier. Keep going!
I will Mimi, thanks for the encouragement as always ?