Day 14 of the great sugar reduction! My last daily blog! Wednesday, 8th of July 2020
My plan to blog daily for two weeks to track my sugar intake has worked. The thought of failing publicly, albeit to a miniscule audience, has encouraged me through my many weak moments and I’m super chuffed. Hopefully these last two weeks have instilled some good habits that I’ll keep going, long after this blog is forgotten.
I’m really proud of myself for sticking with it. It ended up being easier than I’d feared. It really is possible to train your taste-buds and change your eating habits, even in a short amount of time.
I weigh myself today, gearing up for some magic low number and it is…. 78.6kg. A grand loss of….. .2kg!! No, not two kilograms, POINT TWO kilograms! Oh well.
My skin is still lousy too. My friend reassures me that it’ll take a month to detox properly so I’ve come too far to stop now.
Is it a coincidence that I’ve not had any dizzy spells over the last two weeks? Probably. It’s too soon to tell but I definitely feel healthier in general, despite the bad skin and rubbish weight-loss!
The end of my two weeks semi-detox neatly coincides with beer gardens being reopened. A friend and I have advance booked a table in a local beer garden, and tonight’s the night! How exciting!
In preparation, I google which booze has the least sugar content. Bizarrely, I can’t find where I’d read that Tennent’s was crammed full of sugar, and I do look hard, honest! It’s a bit confusing. Happily, red wine is universally accepted as being low-sugar (1/4 of a teaspoon of sugar per glass apparently. Excellent, make mine a pint of red, please, kind sir!). Most IPA lagers look okay too so I’ll manage either way.
I head to the pub, full of joy – it feels like real life is returning. A beer garden in July with my friend. What could go wrong? Scotland. Scotland, is the answer. It’s chucking it down and we sit at a wet picnic bench, hoods up, getting soaked. There’s rainwater in our lagers. We forgo dinner and leave after one pint. I order a takeaway once I’m home (avoiding the sugar-heavy sweet & sour sauce again), and only moan a little at the lack of dessert. It is getting easier though, and I grumble more out of habit more than due to a real craving. Onwards and upwards.