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.

I Quit Sugar, Days 17-23: The Days Run Into Each Other When Your Notes Aren’t Thorough.

I Quit Sugar, Days 17-23: The Days Run Into Each Other When Your Notes Aren’t Thorough.

What up, internet?

Apologies to those of you who have been checking WordPress every day, wondering when, oh when, I would next update. It’s been a whirlwind few days. I’ve been doing insane stuff like reading Sci Fi books, taking notes at meetings, roleplaying, going to work…

…ok, so maybe it was a touch more exciting at the time than it is in retrospect.

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I Quit Sugar, Day 10: Still fantasising about yule logs,but there were other things to think about.

I Quit Sugar, Day 10: Still fantasising about yule logs,but there were other things to think about.

Day 10 dawned bright and most unfashionably early, and I woke up with a blocked nose, a foggy head, and a dry and slightly stinging sensation in my mouth; all of which indicating that my winter cold is bravely marching on.

What a drag, I thought, oblivious to the fact that, in a few moments’ time, my world was going to be rocked to the core.

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I Quit Sugar, Day 9: Definitely Not Getting Any Easier.

I Quit Sugar, Day 9: Definitely Not Getting Any Easier.

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I’ve been meaning to write something about this for a while (9 days, to be precise), but other things like working and cooking and eating and sleeping kept on demanding my attention, the selfish bastards. But finally I find myself with half an hour or so of free time before I must enter the land of nod. I’m showered, my phone’s on the charger, and a cup of decaf English Breakfast sits on my bedside table. What better conditions could there be for writing about my feelings of CONSTANT, NEVERENDING WANT? Continue reading “I Quit Sugar, Day 9: Definitely Not Getting Any Easier.”