First sugar cravings in 11 months!

Yesterday was the first day that I could have happily comforted myself with a packet of biscuits….and maybe a plateful of cake. The feeling was so strange after 11 months of not missing sugar that it made me sit up and pay attention. I was feeling sluggish and (unusually for me) lacking motivation to do much of anything. The good thing for me – is that it was easy to spot…but underlined how little changes could combine and knock you off your best intentions if you weren’t attuned to how your body felt. I know that this will pass….I don’t HAVE to give in to temptation and actually I feel better just for understanding what is going on….and having a plan!

Why do we think it’s going to be hard?

I have battled with being overweight all my adult life. Looking back my resistance to changing my eating patterns mimic my reluctance to give up smoking….for the same reasons. My biggest issue with food – was my addiction to sugar….and make no mistake….sugar has been proven to be more addictive than cocaine. Like any addiction the fear of giving up the drug is sometimes what stops us trying.

Family reunion….

The lifestyle of Brits living abroad is very social….a half bottle of wine is often included in the price of a “menu del dia” – as is a sugar laden pudding and an alcoholic shot to finish the meal. Many of the people I met, insisted that “they don’t drink much”….but acknowledged that it was almost impossible to resist the wine that came as part of the meal….or the complimentary Baileys that landed at your seat without having to ask. This habit of drinking without conscious thought is something I hope to break with my year off alcohol.

School reunion

Ordinarily, a school reunion would be something that you’d consider is made easier by the addition of a reasonable amount of alcohol. Before, during AND after. You know – to shore up your confidence…make small talk easier….and to brave the memories of childhood name calling and old crushes. But of course I chose this year to be alcohol free – so that wasn’t going to be a prop I could use! At the grand old age of (very nearly) 52, I am lucky enough to be comfortable with who I am…..and am more than capable of making an arse of myself without the benefit of alcohol!