It's no secret I see a naturopath. I like the detailed attention I get as compared to the 70 year old locum Doctor my GP has covering for her most of the time. Last time he full on admitted he "hadn't done this in some time". Great, well. Maybe I'm rethinking this exam. I digress. Last visit to the Naturopath she asked me how much refined sugar I ate. I thought about what I had eaten already that day. A piece of apple pie. Homemade root beer. Half a rice krispie square. And it was only three o'clock. I could only smile sheepishly at her. "How about you try to cut it out of your diet for the next month and we'll see how different you feel at your next visit" she suggested. Now, I like goals and I like challenges. I left there thinking "YEAH! Ok, no prob. No more sweets. No more.....cake. No more.........chocolate?" Then all the delicious baked goods I had planned to make with my summer's worth of berry storage flashed before my eyes. I had no idea how addicted I was until I started to crave something sweet after dinner. I tried to shove the urge aside and ignore the whispers of the chocolate chip mint ice cream in my freezer. Then, I made Ry eat it so I wouldn't be tempted. Maybe I had a spoonful. It can be dangerous to quit cold turkey you know?
This week I have ignored the cookies my coworker brought in. I ignored the chocolate bar that the paper delivery guy brought. I ignored the desire to make something gooey, sticky and sublime from my blackberries. Instead I'm eating a lot of plain fruit. I know it's good for me, and I know my body is reacting to this because I have Mt. St. Helen's pimple currently. I'm not even a week in yet, but I'm determined to make it! Now, I have to go look up some recipes for banana-flax muffins.
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