I might as well face it…

…I’m addicted to sugar.

No one ever tells you that when you get married, your health habits are likely to completely change.

Ideally they would rise to the level of the healthiest partner.  More likely, however, they’ll fall to the level of the unhealthier partner or – as in my case – find a ‘happy’ medium.

Water is for bathing

When I met Chris, he ate one meal a day and it was usually McDonald’s.  (When it wasn’t McDonald’s, it was Burger King.)  Completely unexposed to water, he was drinking a 2L bottle of soda…in a day!

[Meanwhile I grew up in a house with no soda, no sugar (except on birthdays and holidays), no Lucky Charms, and a crapload of vegetables, brown rice, and water.

Imagine my pain when I spent the night at my friends' houses and discovered that they were actually allowed to drink soda.  And have Coco Puff's for breakfast! They had whole pantries of heaven stuff with absolutely no nutritional value.]

I definitely could have improved in the exercise department (I was only dancing two nights a week) but my diet was pretty healthy when we met.  So while I was busy introducing him to the concept of “water”, he introduced me to the fast food restaurant.

One thing I noticed was that if we waited too long to eat, I would start to feel intensely, horribly nauseated.  (A reaction I’d never had before!)  My diet had changed and the effect on my body was less than kind.

It took, of course, a couple years for me to catch on.

I finally pinpointed the culprit; I was insulin resistant!  (My father and grandfather are straight up diabetic and were probably originally insulin resistant.)

Sugar!

The more research I did, the worse it got.  Sugar – and refined carbohydrates like bread, pasta, and white rice that your body rapidly converts into sugar- is all kinds of bad for you.

  1. Sugar causes wrinkles and attacks your collagen.
  2. Sugar rapidly spikes insulin levels and your body, in an effort to regain equilibrium, quickly converts it to fat.  (Or stores it in fat.  Whatever.  The point is that sugar = fat.)
  3. Sugar compromises your immune system for at least 4 hours.  So if you are constantly eating sugar, your immune system is constantly compromised and you’re more prone to being sick.
  4. Sugar immediately affects your muscle strength and diminishes it!
  5. Sugar also drastically affects your endurance.
  6. Sugar rots your teeth.

And because of my insulin resistance, even ‘natural’ sugars affect me badly.  I can find no delicious refuge in honey, fruits, or whole wheat products.  I have to quit – chocolate, cupcakes, donuts, brownies – everything!

The problem is, now I am hooked.

And I’m married to someone who doesn’t see a problem with “occasional indulgence”.  It’s partially my fault; when we met I told him that I find chocolate far more romantic than roses and being serenaded. (It’s true.  Unless, of course, they’re chocolate roses in which case I stand corrected.)

So I’ve been trying failing to kick this sugar thing.  I’ve started more times than I can count, but I never seem to make it past three days.  Three stinking days.  I could cry.

I need a plan.  Scratch that.  I need every plan I can lay my hands on!

Plan A

Instead of trying to quit sugar forever,  I am just aiming for 30 days.  (It’ll be my personal 30 Day Challenge.)

I’m sure I’ll end up shaking in a corner, curled in the fetal position, muttering “it’s only a month” to the wall.

At least it won’t be boring.

Plan B

I need to reprogram my brain; eliminate the concept of  “I deserve it” and what actually constitutes a “reward”.

So every time I feel the urge to seek out new sugar and new confections, to boldly sadly go where my taste buds have gone before, I’m going to give my self a facial.  Or take a bath.  Or find something to moisturize.

"Makes you smell like fresh baked cookies." -Lush

"Makes you smell like fresh baked cookies."

Instead of buying desserts to “treat” myself, I am going to buy Lush: Fresh Handmade Cosmetics.  (I already use their shampoo cakes and am in heaven.)  I’m sure I can convince my husband that this is the only way.

Which brings me to…

Plan C

I will not be able to do this myself.  Or rather, I can do this myself but only if my beloved will stop surprising me with deliciousness.  (My willpower is not yet that strong.)

I will make him pinkie swear to not intentionally or unintentionally submarine my efforts in this noble quest.  Advise him that he will probably have to say “no” at some point, no matter how much I assure him that whatever-it-is will make me happy.  And I will offer a compelling incentive for this assistance.

Wish me luck!