Today I am purging most of the sugar snacks from the house.
Not by eating them.
I am bagging them up and taking them to a potluck dinner, where there will be LOTS of other people to eat them.
I will be bagging up other stuff and taking it to the food pantry.
I can't just throw the stuff away, because my Grandmother (the voice of her that lives in my head) will not allow me to throw away "perfectly good" food, even if it's not good for me. I have to use it or give it away.
In other news, I'm on day three with no sugar. I've learned a few things so far.
1. I don't drink coffee without sugar.
2. I love unsweetened iced tea.
3. Teriyaki sauce has a metric ton of sugar. I won't be eating that again.
4. I am uncomfortable walking down the grocery store aisles containing sugar, baking goods, soda, snacks, and cookies. It made me nauseous to do so today.
5. I do not have the gastrointestinal issues I used to have when I was drinking coffee.
6. I am still experiencing the "you know what that tastes like, so you don't need to eat any" messages when I see snacks and sweets.
This is the best I've felt in months. My blood sugar was a little high this morning (116 fasting) but I had forgotten to take my Metformin yesterday and I ate late last night and had Teriyaki Steak tips for dinner. A lot of sugar in that glaze.
I find I am telling people who try to tell me anything about my food choices to "back off" and stop talking, because it will mess up my program. I am going to have to not talk about my program at all at social functions, because inevitably there will be someone who always knows better, always has to be right, and they will dog me and make me miserable until I agree with them and then my program will shut down and I will have wasted my time and money.
I'm feeling good. I'm not having stomach issues like I was just a week ago. I'm happy and I'm able to stick to this.
A journal of my trip from self-loathing to self-acceptance, interspersed with random acts of wierdness.
A little about this blog
I wasn't born fat. I didn't even live most of my childhood as a fat kid. It wasn't until I started going through puberty that I started putting on weight, and it really wasn't until I got into college that I started packing it on. Fat certainly doesn't happen overnight, and it doesn't go away overnight, either. I'm on a journey to accept myself for who I am, accept my body and its' flaws, and move toward becoming a healthier person overall.
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