Sugar We’re Going Down

Hey. Hi. Hello. It’s Friday! The only reason I know it’s Friday is because my bullet journal tells me it is. I’m back on my unemployment bullshit aka fluctuating between working out and sitting on my couch while applying for jobs. I’ve heard a few rejections, which is always exciting (a lot better than being professionally ghosted), but other than that it’s radio silence. I’m going to start looking at retail jobs because honestly, I’m trying to get out of New York A$AP ROCKY, and retail will help me make money and not want to rip my eyes out (especially because we’re out of holiday szn).

Anywho, this post isn’t about my lack of career options. Instead, we’re talking about another one of my greatest vices – Sugar. My relationship with sugar has been a long and complicated one, and I would like to thank my parents for that. Growing up we always had sweets around the house. We were the house that people loved going to because our cupboard was always stocked with the best snacks, as opposed to every other house in my town where kids were scarfing down organic goldfish because moms were freaking out about cancer.

This continued as I got older, with one exception; my dad developed Type 2 diabetes. However, nothing drastic changed after that, besides everyone acknowledging it. Pints of Ben and Jerry’s still lined the freezer, and my mom was always whipping up brownies or something. But, I started to take it as my duty to eat all the sweets. I was an active, young human, and I knew my body could handle it. So, I would scarf down brownie after brownie, and never really saw any adverse effects to the way my body looked.

Now, however, I’m almost 23 years old, and I want to start a social experiment. I follow Crossfit on Twitter, and I’ve seen them like and retweet tweets about people’s experience when they’ve cut out processed sugars from their diets, and how they compare that to quitting addictive drugs. I was intrigued because although I don’t find myself to have an addictive personality, I’ve never existed without sugar. Sure, I’ve probably spent some time without it during periods of fad diets, but eventually, it ends up back in my life.

So, starting tomorrow, Saturday, April 6th, I’m embarking on a 30-day journey of cutting out as much processed sugar as possible. I wanted to start this past week, but I had a not-so-great week and really needed that pint of Half-Baked. I’ll be utilizing this platform to document my experience. I want to see if I have any of the same reactions that most people have when they quit, or if I’m actually right in that I don’t have an addictive personality. Also, I want to see if it has any effects on my body composition. I’ve always been naturally muscular and I’ve really had the same body shape for years, but I’m a lot more physically active and conscious about my diet now than I was in years past so this might help push me towards the goals I want to see, or maybe not.

Everyone keep me in your prayers during these next 30 days, for I have a really bad habit of buying sweets whenever I go to the grocery store. I can’t wait to see what this journey has in store. So, until next time, xoxo.


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