Week Two down, and it’s still going really well. Healthy habits forming and its getting easier to keep to a routine. Preparing all my meals in advance helps keep me on track, and knowing that I have tasty snacks waiting for my in the fridge makes saying ‘no’ to sugar much easier.
Proudest moment: saying ‘thanks, but no thanks’ to a homemade chocolate barbarian “cheesecake” chock-full of chocolate, marshmallows and sugar, sugar, suuuuugaaaaaarrrrr. It looked amazing and – based on the feedback from my team members – tasted fantastic. I wasn’t worried at all – I had my protein shake and was more than happy just hanging out with them while I ate.
This week has provided a couple of good opportunities to explain to others why Im making these changes. Not everyone has been receptive.
People are mean.
Most of my friends have been really supportive – although a couple of them jokingly refer to it as my latest fad. But others (mostly teammates at work) think that I’m nuts and going to pass out at my desk one day. Someone went as far as to suggest I was so silly and I was killing myself with my ‘experiment’ (you have to say it with a nasty tone).
Thankfully, I was armed with enough facts – and personal anecdotes – to get him off my back. I believe in this. I wasn’t backing down.
I’m seeing results.
I can honestly say that I do feel better. For the second week in a row, I’ve been better able to manage my hunger. I’m learning to understand my body, and what it tries to tell me before, during, and after I eat. We’re designed with these signals… I’m only just now realising how little I’d been able to rely on them before. Sugar, it appears, has been messing with my body.
My skin is breaking out. I haven’t had pimples like these in 10 years and I don’t quite know how to deal with it when I do my make-up for work. It’s meant to be a sign of my body detoxing, so I’m just focusing on keeping my skin clean at the moment and we’ll see if it clears up in a week or two.
My moods have been fine, if not a little more consistent than usual. So… that’s good. I was holding my breath for emotional breakdown and mood swings with my lack of sugar. Here’s hoping that stays the same (though I hear it might get pretty bad around week four).
My pants fit much better.
According to the scales this morning – the start of day 14 (last day of Week Two) – I weighed in at 73.5kg. That’s 0.9kg down on last week. That’s more than 2 kg down in two weeks.
Of course, that kind of loss probably won’t be sustainable – and I’d probably be a little worried if I was losing more than that each week – but at an average of about a kilo a week… I’ll take it! At least for as long as I can.
What can I say? Bring on Week Three!