One Hundred Days with No Sugar

My workout today was sixty-five minutes long, with forty-five minutes on the elliptical. I did abs, extra abs, and weight-lifting, too. I was delighted to see that, even though I have been feeling heavy--and ate a small dessert late last night, my weight was at the **8, the full twelve pounds off.  I had to work upfront when I got to work this morning, which I dislike. I sneaked some of my eggs (early) on the few occasions when I had to go back to my desk. Lunch was leftover sweet and sour chicken with non-sugar sweeteners. I had an apple and peanuts for snacks.  I made split pea soup for dinner, but it took a while to cook. We did most of our Saturday shopping early while we waited. I had a little over half of my raspberry orange from Easter while I waited for dinner. I probably should have had less of it, but I didn't want to finish it, so that's progress.  My feet and back were tired by the time I finally went to bed.  It's going to be a big weekend. ...

When I woke up, I had about thirty minutes before I had to get in the shower.  I had to be ready early to register my youngest child in school.  If I'd gone to the gym, I would have spent most of that time driving.  So I ran in place for nine minutes, looking at the clock, did a plank, and went for a ten-minute walk around the neighborhood. It wasn't enough, and I continued to feel very full all day.  I'm not sure I overate in any way, but I think maybe I just don't need as much food as I used to need. I saved my "one sugar thing" for book club tonight.  Right before book club, though, I remembered that it was at the house of a woman who always eats healthy, and I started to think that maybe what she would be serving wouldn't have any sugar in it, and so I would end up with no sugar again late at night. I didn't want to repeat last night's disgraceful performance, so I came up with a whole different disgraceful performance for tonight.  I stu...

I went to the gym. I did my weight-lifting and abs, and sixteen minutes on the elliptical.  I felt full all day. I don't know that I really ate that much, but I felt gross.  I had leftovers for lunch and thought maybe I wouldn't have dinner, but I did have a little bit. I had my cocoa soon after, and it wasn't until late at night that I realized--I didn't have any sugar today! Obviously, I should have just kept going to sleep. It was way after the point where I should have stopped eating, but I do not always make the correct decision. For some reason, I couldn't stand it. I got up and popped one small Easter candy in my mouth. When I woke up in the night, I brushed my teeth. 

I really needed that sleep, I guess.  I didn't wake up until 6:40.  I went to the gym but only had time to do one set of weight-lifting, full abs, and a total of twenty-two minutes on the elliptical.  I was not feeling my normal self and could not go as fast as I usually do.  My weight when I got home was solid on the **9.   I feel like I ate a lot today.  And that's weirdly a trigger to eat more, I've discovered.  I had the funeral of my friend today, and it started at ten, which is when I was supposed to eat.  I didn't know when I would be able to eat if I didn't eat then, so I put a piece of whole wheat bread and butter in my purse and ate it in private right before the funeral started.  I ate my eggs in the car on the way to work, because I had two meetings back to back as soon as I got there. Staff meeting treats were phenomenal--croissants with lunch meat and vegetables.  I had a croissant with a slice of turkey and a slic...

You would think that going all weekend without really eating, and doing a big workout too, would result in some weight loss, right?  Well, I'm just barely at the **9, which means it did not.  Oh, well.  I am down from the **2, which is good.   I had my third night in a row of barely any sleep, even with an extra half-dose of sleeping pill, and I finally gave up and went out on the couch to listen to the newest crime episode, which I thought would put me to sleep, as I had it turned down low.  It didn't, so I got up to go to the gym. The thing is, I had to be at work very early today, so I realized when I got to the gym that I did not have much time at all.  I did what I could, but barely broke a sweat.  I think I had thirteen total minutes on the elliptical and my abs, and that's it.  But it was something. My stomach had kind of hurt all night--I am probably really hungry even though I cannot feel it.  I gave up and at at 9:40 inst...

I fasted again today, of course. I did feel weak, but also fine. I am so mentally stressed that I'm not paying much attention to my physical body. Even the several mosquito bites I got at my cousin's last night aren't bothering me.  The first two songs that had been chosen for church were difficult to play and unfamiliar. I practiced them yesterday, but I really couldn't do them well, so I decided to just not even attempt to play the pedals with them, and that got me through them.  After church, I just chilled out at home. Mark was at work and my kids were with their dad, so I was alone. I just stayed in bed, reading and playing games, until four o'clock. At four, I got up to get something to eat, but I decided it was a little early for dinner and I could wait until five. At five, I heated some leftover potato soup and had a slice of wheat bread with it. I had one hollow chocolate egg from my Easter candy. I wanted another one, but didn't give in.  I had my ...

I am stressed today, and facing a potentially huge problem, so I actually decided to fast today. I ate and drank nothing until dinner.  I did go to the gym in the morning and did have a great workout--ninety-two minutes in all. I did sixty-one minutes on the elliptical, full abs, and three or even four sets of all the things in my weight-lifting routine.  Dinner was at the cousins party that I have been looking forward to. I had made a big potato salad (without tasting it).  I had a barbecued pork sandwich, potato salad, a green salad, a small cob of corn, and another salad. I skipped the Jell-O salad. For dessert, there were three options: cheesecake from Costco with probably sugared strawberries, tiny storebought chocolate chip cookies, and tiny Costco cinnamon rolls. I walked away at first, unable to choose from among these things. After my dinner, I went back. The cheesecake is good--I've had it before and I love it--but it was plain, and the cinnamon rolls are on...

I lost a lot of sleep in the night.  Some of it had to do with being awakened into a bad mood, and some of it had to do with killing a bug in the night.  For some reason, that really disturbed me.  By the time I woke up in the morning, I did not have a lot of time for my workout. So, I coped by doing a short run--something I had not done yet this week.  I walked on the treadmill for six minutes, gradually building up speed, then jogged for eight minutes, then slowed down to walk one more minute.  I then got on the elliptical and did twelve minutes there.  Not the greatest workout in the world, but certainly better for me than nothing. When I got home, Mark was still asleep, so I did my abs on the couch, even though I hate to.  I had only done two of the nine things last night, so I completed it.   I wasn't supposed to eat until ten-thirty today, which would normally be great (better than eleven), but I remembered about nine-thirty that ...

I got a good workout this morning: 45 total minutes on the elliptical interspersed with abs and weight-lifting.  My weight was back down to the **0.  Even though I had my bunny last night, and a candy bar the day before. But I want to talk about that.  The first day, the little vanilla cookie thing, that did not seem like a lot of sugar to eat.  That's part of why it tormented me in the last weeks of no sugar--it was not a big deal.  The candy bar felt like a bigger deal.  And that's the mentality I honestly want to have--that a candy bar is more sugar than I really ought to eat.  The bunny felt like too much, too.  And today, someone brought several kinds of pie.  I had a half-piece of chocolate and a half-piece of cherry.  I am keeping my rule of one or none. But I think I should not necessarily have one thing of sugar every day.  I like the feeling of going to bed knowing I have not had anything that would make me fatter....