i had ice cream cake yesterday. the first real sugar in nearly 12 days.
my coworker and i had an agreement, long before i quit sugar, that we would buy me an ice cream cake. and yesterday he did. i must admit that i was apathetic about the whole thing, which is odd for anyone who knows how much i LOVED ice cream cake (that was my only birthday request last year). this apathy was a pleasant surprise.
i agreed to eat it because it was technically a “celebration cake,” so i cut myself a piece with the most icing and dug in.
i was immediately sick. miserable. bloated. as good as it tasted for that temporary moment, the torture afterward was not worth it. i struggled through the rest of the afternoon, feeling tired and sluggish, near the edge of throwing up. a resolve grew slowly deep in me and i knew i wouldn’t struggle with the remainder of the cake being in the ice cream.
the truth is, as hard as it was, that was a good experience for me. it was like it became my decision. i owned it. before it was still my choice, obviously, but it still felt like deprivation. i still longed for cookies after a long day, or for chocolate when i was tired. but after the ice cream cake, it became a conscious decision. i knew why i stopped consuming sugars/breads, and i felt joyful about the future of food, instead of dreading it.
many have asked why i’ve stopped consuming sugar, so i’m including a link to several articles addressing the issue:
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