I woke up this morning with a raging headache and a burning desire for an orange. I don’t know why; as far as I can remember, nothing in my dreams had anything to do with oranges. And the other morning I woke up with a burning desire for ridged potato chips, so I don’t think my subconscious is trying to tell me anything significant, other than that I generally wake up hungry.
Normally, to want an orange is to have one, in our house. At this very moment there are about a dozen Clementines waiting patiently in one of our refrigerator drawers. But I can’t have one. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not until February 2nd.
What is this sugar fast you’ve only mentioned once before? Although the holidays are prime feasting times in our family, my husband and I feel like we’ve been feasting for the last three months or so. We want to get back on track with healthy eating and also cut down our sugar intake drastically. I would be embarrassed to tell you how much sugary things we’ve eaten even in just the past two weeks. (Hint: it involves three batches of Puppy Chow, which is more or less Chex cereal, melted chocolate chips, peanut butter, butter, and vanilla generously coated with powdered sugar.)
For the month of January, we’ve decided to take out all sugar from our diet, including fruit, in an attempt to break the terrible hold that sugar has on us. It sounds dramatic, but I’m feeling dramatic.
After all, I haven’t had sugar for almost a day. Happy New Year to me.
So far I’ve thought about having a piece of cake or some chocolate or some marzipan…oh, only 137 times.
This is going to be tougher than I thought. Stay tuned for more lines written out of desperation.