The sugar detox, that is.
I didn’t have any of the physical withdrawal symptoms that some people had: no headaches or crankiness or anything like that. I just found myself constantly on the prowl for food. Some of that would have happened anyways (thank you, hormones, for making my life awesome. Not.) But a big piece of it was the feeling of deprivation that led me to eat way too many nuts and quite a bit more fruit than usual.
From an “I did it!” stand point, I succeeded. I ate no sweets all week. I even cut way back on my processed foods, only having a couple of pieces of bread. I drank one beer (and I never planned to cut out alcohol, so I don’t feel bad about that LOL). Everything else fell into “clean, whole foods.” So, yay for that. Thanks, Mommy Run Fast, for organizing.
I need to figure out what works for me. I’m outside my weight comfort zone by a few pounds. And it’s not just the scale. I did my seasonal switch out last night and, umm, it’s a good thing it’s still a bit too cool for shorts.
Wah. Wah. Wah. Whine. Whine. Whine.
OK, moving on. It’s a beautiful day here, I have a 6ish mile run planned, and I’ll get to wear shorts to do that. I may be a bit chubbier than I like, but, in the grand scheme of things, if that’s my biggest problem today, life is pretty darn good.