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| They SAY it's not sugar, but... |
So, it's been seven days since I ate refined sugar (to my knowledge, at least). I have fundamentally eaten mostly non-sweet things, though I admit to the odd Nak'd bar (which is very sweet indeed) and once, just once, a little bit of honey in my tea... I didn't drink it all, though, as it felt against what I'm doing.
What has been going well? I've enjoyed my breakfast salads and the occasional egg. I've made stews and stocked up on rocket. I've partaken of minimal fruit, mostly gorging on cucumbers and runner beans.
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| How is it that I feel more flattered by this picture... |
In my deal with wonderful Kath, I've taken pictures of myself with a face stuffed full of vegetables mostly on public transport. I've had marmite instead of honey on rice cakes (which I like - they're not a polystyrene chore to me). I've had the pleasure of whacking up a stir-fry in a Le Creuset frying pan (not to be recommended) and making courgette linguini* with a vegetable peeler and a lot of patience. That was bloody lovely!
* dubbed courgeguini - Ruth Blake, that's one to hang your head in shame over!
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| than by this one? |
I've generally enjoyed eating lots of different things and I've had blissfully few proper sugar cravings (though this evening has been one big rollercoaster of a craving, broken by a laugh with lovely Kath).
Tomorrow, Week 3 starts, which is Week 2 of actually no sugar. My intentions for this week are to change the 'replace it with something else to eat' habit to a bit more breathing and noticing, and possibly more water-drinking.
And to be sweet to myself. Being sweet to myself is the number one requirement for sanity and loveliness on this sugar-free journey. After all, it's a meditation, not a punishment.
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