I Quit Sugar, Days 39-56: It kind of petered out towards the end.

I Quit Sugar, Days 39-56: It kind of petered out towards the end.

…eh.

In hindsight, giving up sugar for a period of time during which I knew some Important Things were probably going to happen, was probably not the greatest idea I’ve ever had.

In saying that, though, I was in the 7th and 8th weeks of this eight-week journey when the Important Things happened, so in a way, I felt like I had already succeeded doing what I wanted to do when I started this, which was to kick my sugar addiction to the curb.

Also, no pre-Christmas baking can ever occur without the baker sampling the fruits of their labor, many times over. I’m sure that is written in at least one of history’s great cookbooks. And if it isn’t, it should be.

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I Quit Sugar, Days 24-38: Crochet, Cramps and Cracking

I Quit Sugar, Days 24-38: Crochet, Cramps and Cracking

Apologies for the lack of updates. I’ve been busy with Christmas present prep.

I don’t earn a huge amount of money, so I thought that for Christmas this year I would make many of my gifts. And so I’ve spent most of my free time learning/practicing crochet.

And it’s pretty fun, I have to say. Maybe in a later post I’ll put up pictures of things I have created.

So that took up my head space for most of Week 5. This week is Week 6, and I’ve spent most of it so far in bed. To explain, I woke up on Monday with sharp stomach pains. They carried on throughout the morning, coming in waves of varying intensity, and I decided to visit the doctor. The doc says it’s probably something muscular and to keep up a course of paracetamol and ibuprofen, and I’ve spent yesterday (Day 37) and today either in the bed or bath, trying to arrange my body into the least painful position I can manage. It hasn’t been fun, at all.

And today I cracked. I bought a Crunch bar, and have eaten the whole thing. And I feel… the same, I guess. I don’t really want to eat any more chocolate, which is probably a good sign. I don’t feel particularly bad about it either. It’s kind of nice to know that I am still able to give myself a break when I’m feeling unwell.

That’s all I got for now.