Following Christmas, I began reading a very challenging book called, “If It’s Not Food, Don’t Eat It!” I hope to write a bit more about this book some other time. Upon reading a section regarding stimulants, I couldn’t help but think I very likely had at least a small addiction to sweets. I think many people would laughingly say they were addicted to sweets, and, though they are probably somewhat serious and actually quite correct, they wouldn’t really consider it serious enough to do anything about it. Not like we would consider maybe say an alcohol, drug or nicotine addiction.
Yet food has become a serious issue, especially when you begin to consider the extreme rise in obesity, heart disease, diabetes, etc. over the last 50 years… rises than coincide rather nicely with the increase in processed convenient foods in our culture. I’m not here to point fingers at anyone. I’m still learning and changing (and enjoying a night off of cooking to eat at a restaurant where I can’t easily control the quality of food). Still, there is something awry with the food industry and “food”‘ we eat, and the deeper I delve the more I am forced to recognize many of the foods we are used to eating and are bombarded with on a daily basis are detrimental to our health. But, I’m straying…
Toward the start of January, I recalled some reasons for believing I may have a sweet addiction. I can’t (or at least don’t) say no to my favorite sweets set before me. I have eaten sweets I’m not even that crazy about because they remain a sugary temptation. I have scrounged for sweets when I’m craving them and they aren’t around (we usually don’t bring them in the house, unless they are baking goods). I eat sweets in excess if they are around and until they are gone, and during cravings I have dwelled on sweets an unhealthy portion of day. Maybe that doesn’t sound all that bad to you. Maybe that’s because you do the same thing? Maybe not. Yet, what if you replaced the word “drugs” for the word “sweets” in those scenarios listed above. Read it over that way and see if I don’t sound like a “drug” addict.
At this point I decided to start a sweet fast on January 12th. I had a little over a week or so to empty out the sugar in the house from the holidays, slow down my sugar intake, and also indulge in a few favorites. My husband’s birthday falls on January 9th, so I reasoned I had to at least wait for any celebrations to pass. Start date: January 12th. Duration: ONE MONTH. End Date: February 12th. Just in time for Valentines. Cohorts (aka people I weaseled into joining me): my husband, my mom, and my cousin.
I can still remember Day 3 of the fast. DAY 3!!! My husband was away on business, and I’m pregnant and caring for a 1 and 3-year-old. My 1-year-old got an ear infection. This led to two very sleepless nights. By Friday (Day 3 of the sweet fast), I was exhausted. I spent the first part of that day dreaming of Starbucks coffee, the sugar-dosed kind. The last part of the day I fixated on rich chocolate desserts. I did not cave.
Day 4 we had a large family gathering at a pizza place. I went without soda. It was just a little sad. I’m not a big soda drinker (we never have it in our home), but with pizza? Come on! My aunt also had cheesecake at her house following lunch. I tried not to stare at it too hard.
Day 12 was a particularly hard day for no known reason. But, apparently I wasn’t the only one. One of my cohorts momentarily fell off the wagon that day. Another cohort did the same a few days later… maybe there’s something about nearing the 2 week marker.
Day 18 I went to a candy store. CRAZY!!! Surprisingly I did not have near the difficulty I imagined. I just repeated, “Poison food” in my head as I passed each jar full of candy. Just kidding… kinda. Of course, I did get a small bag for my wide-eyed daughter.
I’ve noticed that about 2 days out of the week I REALLY want sweets. Some days I could care less. Sometimes it’s a passing thought. Sometimes I mentally obsess, which usually leads to me eating fruit and counting down the days until the fast is OVER.
I read in a book called “Real Food Has Curves” that one reason sweets are so addicting to us is that they are often connected to really good memories or at least to comfort. My husband and I have gone on “Starbucks dates”. Homemade cookies has the nostalgia of holidays or fun baking memories. Have you ever just gone out with a friend for dessert? How fun is that? I think a large part of my sweet addiction is MENTAL. We had a blizzard last week (and I’m not talking about the ones you get at Dairy Queen) and we were snowed in. I saw on Facebook that my aunt was baking cookies. I was having no sweet issues until I read that. Suddenly, I wanted cookies like a ravenous dog. The thought of the smell wafting through the air and biting into a warm cookie straight from the oven overwhelmed me. MENTAL, I tell you. At least 90% of my sweet addiction is mental.
The sweet fast is coming to a close… less than four days!!! I won’t pretend I’m not excited. I’ll post again soon with a few parting thoughts and future goals. But for now, dear friends, if I can do it, so can you.