Right now I’m sitting here with about 45 minutes before my shift starts eating Fruit and Maple Oatmeal from McDonalds. It is the first time in three weeks I haven’t had eggs for breakfast. It. Is. Heavenly.
So, I have some thoughts. Because when don’t I? First off, I will admit right up front that I didn’t stick to it the whole time. I slipped up a few times during days 7 – 14. This past week, the last week, I went back on track. I did not see the weight loss that I saw the first week. I think it was the shock to the system that contributed to that. The 2nd week I didn’t lose anything and the last week, I’m not sure yet only because we had a crisis at home this morning and I forgot to check. I’m thinking 2 or 3 the last week.
That is fine with me. I’ll take a 12lb loss in just 3 weeks.
So now that it’s over, what changes? Not much. I only drink water now. I crave it. Diet Coke is gross. I did have two sips of Diet Pepsi yesterday and I did like it… which is odd because I have never liked Diet Pepsi… but it still wasn’t as good as water is to me now.
I tried Raspberry Iced Tea at dinner last night and it was so sweet I only had enough to get my dinner down with and threw the rest out. So my tastes have definitely changed.
I still love Peanut Butter Ripple Ice Cream… but I’m pretty “meh” over the thought of cake. I’ve rekindled a once fiery passion for chips and salsa that I forgot about and dill pickles are my new best friend. I love tuna salad and chicken salad. Without bread.
I felt so much better eating this way. I still get tired at certain times of the day, but it’s not that sluggish, I just want to lay around rubbing my buddha belly and sleep kind of tired. I also had no gastrointestinal issues. Which is a very big deal. The only times I did were when I slipped up. It’s just not worth it. There is one place that makes pizza I love and I think that may be the only place I eat it from now on. It’s just not worth it to me to feel icky unless it’s my favorite. And then? Not very often.
At 10 – 12lbs, people are just starting to say they see a difference and the fit girl in me dances a jig when she hears it. She is happy. She is confident. She’s so excited to maybe finally do all the things that this body she’s trapped in won’t allow her to do. I want her to do them. I want to be her.
And most of all, I want her to keep dancing.
Thank you, sugar detox – for giving me a guide… Thank you, Lisa – for asking if anyone wanted to do this with you… Thank you, me – for actually following through on something, minus a couple of slip ups.
There’s so much more work to be done. But for the first time… the very first time ever… I feel like I can do it. And that’s no small thing.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.