Sugar Fast Day 2: Halloween Deprivation

Day 2 of my sugar fast and it's Halloween.  This fact didn't escape me when I decided to do this.  I am a true chocolate addict.  Literally - ADDICT.  I will eat chocolate, if its here, until its gone.

So, I knew this season was going to be really difficult for me.  Usually, I make the big kids hide their candy in their room, so I won't eat it in the middle of the night.   I'll do that again this year.  I also only purchased non-chocolate candy.  The kinds I don't like.  That should help.  Raise your glass to proper prior planning.

Anyway - I figure if I can get through the next few days without eating up all the chocolate then I'm golden.  It will build my confidence and I'll be lighter.  If I can't - I haven't really lost anything.  I would have ate it anyway and I'm already up 30 pounds.

I woke up late and hungry this morning.  My alarm had somehow been set to PM and we, literally, woke up 5 minutes before we were supposed to leave.  Maggie was a trooper, thank goodness.  I walked in with her today to deliver her ghost pops.  Exciting things ahead for my little one.

I changed the battery in my scale and now I weigh an extra 5 pounds. Nice.

On a whim, I decided to pee on a stick that measures ketones today.  I'm not actively doing low carb, as I am eating fruits and vegetables and whole grains.  My body goes into ketosis pretty easily though, so I thought, what the heck?  Sure enough - dark purple.


I saw this video about moms today.  I was very nearly undone.  You have to watch it!  Just watch it!


Charlie Brown, the Great Pumpkin was on tonight.  We watched it after trick treating.  Fun Times! I love all the Charlie Brown shows and I'm glad my littles like it too.

See you on the flip side.

love,
Barb

Sugar Fast - Day 1 - It Was Fine

And so it begins.  I drank my coffee with half and half plus splenda.  It was fine.  I didn't feel deprived.  I fixed a green pepper omelet for breakfast.  I used real cheese.  That's right, REAL cheese.  I'm trying to focus on the positive here, peeps.

I was thinking that I would talk about my food choices on here, but I'm not going to .  I already use myfitnesspal to log everyday and frankly, I obsess enough as it.

Day 1 went fine.  That doesn't make me hopeful really.  Day 1 always goes fine.

I did manage to get a run in while Izzy was at cross country.  It was fine. The weather is perfect, much better than fine,  in South Carolina and the trails are beautiful right now.  I continue to be amazed at this place God created.

Maggie has a Halloween party tomorrow at school.  We made ghost banana pops.  They wanted us to bring fruit and so we did the best we could.  They turned out fine so cute.  I think I'm going to have to go back and re-set the eyes because they are really sliding around.  After the yogurt starts to freeze - i'll put them back in their proper place.  Maggie is always so excited whenever there is something special at school.  Actually - she is always so excited whenever there is school period.  She is extra excited when there is something special.

I saw an interesting video today about how the media shapes our expectation when it comes to beauty and the perfect size.  You can view it here:What We Do in 37 Seconds. I have literally watched this over and over.  What a mess we have made of expectations.  This is absolutely not fine.  I do not want my daughters to focus on unattainable physical expectations.  I don't want my sons to believe that girls should look like this.  Holy heck, I don't want to focus on unattainable physical expectations.

Right now, while I type, the house is pretty quiet.  Allen and Matt are not back from soccer just yet.  Isabell is finishing her homework and the littles are already tucked in.  There is a plethora of things I should be doing.  Toys are scattered here and there and the laundry is a mountain.  It will wait though.  It's Fine.  Tomorrow is a new day.

Love,
Barb

Sugar Fast: Tomorrow - It's Only a Day Away

I am feeling pretty desperate about my eating situation.  I have literally gained and lost the same 50(ish) pounds my entire adult life.  Well, probably longer than that.  I remember losing before my wedding and I married Matt when I was 3 days 20.

This last "loss" I PROMISED would be my last.  I'll never do this again, I proudly exclaimed to my friends.  This isn't a "diet" this is a LIFESTYLE change.  If I had a dollar for every time I hear someone, new to the dieting world, say that - I would be RICH!  There I was, saying it myself. I was so excited.  I felt so healthy.  I had cleaned up my diet and was running at least 25 miles a week.  I trained for my first half marathon and literally weighed 20 pounds less than I did on my wedding day.

Enter LIFE!  I've always loved food.  Always!  Even when I'm in control - I still love to eat.  When I'm stressed, sad, happy, excited, depressed, angry, calm - I'll use food to mitigate my feelings.  Obviously, not healthy but that's a story for another day.  2013 was a huge year for us.  For a lot of reasons.  And I used those reasons to eat.  We moved to South Carolina on February 1 of 2013 and I have gained 30 pounds.  Worse, I've lost all confidence in myself.  I'm completely out of control.  I worship the feelings that food bring me.  I can not get through one.single.day. without self-medicating with food.

I know this has to change.  HAS to.  I know it isn't healthy.  I don't want to die young, like my dad.  I don't want to dishonor God by abusing my body.  I don't want my husband to be forever married to the fat girl.  I don't want...but do I NOT want it enough to change for good?!  Sitting here, typing this I don't feel very hopeful.

So tomorrow begins my 7 day sugar fast.  I'll weigh myself and take a few measurements.  I'll write about how I did and how I feel about how I did.  Maybe there will be some winning with losing.


Love Forever,
Barb