sweetless

I haven’t had a sweet – no ice cream, cake, cookie, pie, donut, pudding, chocolate or candy of any kind whatsoever – since Feb 29. 

And I’ve tried to be mindful of sugar consumption in other ways (e.g., not that I drank a lot of them, but no Gatorade or soda, using low sugar ketchup, etc). I’ve also given up French fries, but I don’t really like French fries, so that was easy. 

I lost seven pounds in the first ten days. Though I haven’t been on a scale since, last week I had to order a new belt. And I’ve done this doing nothing else, except dropping the sweets (and fries) from my diet. To wit, I had a cheesesteak from John’s Roast Pork yesterday – for lunch.

I told my friend about this weight loss and she said, “Jesus, how many sweets were you eating?” A lot.

I miss them a little bit but honestly I don’t know if I’ll ever have a sweet again. I was totally, completely 100% addicted to sugar. (I guess I still am, because once an addict, always an addict.) I’ve looked into dropping sugar from my life completely, but that’s impossible – tomato sauce and ketchup have sugar in them, for example, and I still like eating pancakes with my son.

And I feel great. I don’t usually take sugar in my tea, but the other day Dunkin accidentally put some in and, though it was not that much, I felt like I was going to retch and/or faint from how sweet it was. I also feel less bloated and tired and gross.   

Anyway, I wanted to immortalize this here. I’m sure when the baby comes in about a month I will have a tub in our home filled with $240 worth of pudding that I will visit in the same way the elephant in the plains of the Congo visits a trough of water. For now, the self-righteousness? It feels good.