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Oct 30, 2007 21:49

Last night R and i had to go to the store for bread and milk (I am eating a lot more bread since going sugar-free. It's honey-wheatberry bread with lots of fiber and no HFCS.) We had to walk through the bakery and it was SO HARD. I could smell all those baked goods. I found myself longing for one piece of cake or even just some frosting. I felt how easy it would be to give in ... but I didn't. I felt unhappy there for a few minutes though.

Today when I was explaining going sugar-free to M he said something like "Oh, it's just an addiction you have to give up." (M and I sometimes do not communicate very well at all.) I don't think of it as an addiction, and I said so. Nor do I think I am "giving up" anything: I think of it as becoming free from sugar cravings, rather than giving up sugar. I'm not giving up sugar: I still eat dark chocolate, I still have vanilla syrup in my latte, and one of these days I suspect I will have a dessert again. What I am doing is making different choices than I did before, and in fact different choices than our culture wants us to make.

On the addiction front: I don't think I am addicted to sugar. I do think that I compulsively ate sugar sometimes, and also, I think I live in a culture that pushes sugar on people. It's a culture that encourages a dysfunctional relationship with food in general, and sugar in specific. So I am working to overcome that conditioning in myself.

This is one week of being sugar-free. I've never gone this long, on so little sugar, in my entire life. It's pretty amazing.

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