As promised in my last blog, here is an update on my progress:
I have scooped ice cream for my kids without so much as licking the spoon, my co-workers have dangled Dove chocolates under my nose without incident, and last weekend I sat at a child's birthday party where 2 moms devoured Allies doughnut cake right in front of me. One of them actually snickered when I told her I had given up sugar. She said to me, "But you have to live!" It's funny how we associate a few seconds of pleasure with "Living".
I then started rattling off my list of reasons for quitting sweets. I told her that I now treat myself like a person with a severe food allergy or a recovering alcoholic who wouldn't dare to dabble in one drink. I think this made her a little uncomfortable but I think she understood a lot better when I explained my health history and just how lousy sugar was making me feel. She then proceeded to inhale her doughnut cake in all its glory. I sat there, completely happy for her, yet removed from it all.
I'm allergic. It will make me sick..
These are the mantras I hold close and use as weaponry when life gets too sweet. And you know, it's really working. I have realized over the last 17 days that I can live without sweets and they do not control me any longer. I find myself having flashbacks of Funny Bones, brownie sundaes, chocolate chip cookies, and Twix bars. I can vividly remember the way they taste and then I tell myself, "That's a nice memory, but it has to be enough." And then I move on.
Sometimes a memory of something has to be enough if you want to keep on living.