When push came to shove …

Please believe me when I swear I had all intentions of starting this on July 01. I did. I seriously, cross my heart, did. Well, why didn’t I? ….. update time …………

I guess on the 1st that I wasn’t quite ready … almost ….. but not quite. Besides someone ever so thoughtfully had just bought me a six pack of my very favourite vodka-lemon-lime and soda UDLs and how could I possibly let them sit there and not be enjoyed! At 7.6% sugar, no wonder they are (I mean, were) my drink of choice and although a strict self-imposed limit of 1 can per day is not excessively alcoholic, it is still too much sugar for someone wanting to be a non-sugar eater. So there was a 6-day hiatus at least and that was before I even started.

But ………… in that time I picked up a copy of David Gillespie’s new book : The Sweet Poison Quit Plan. I’ve devoured it and am already on a second reading. If you have not got this book yet, what the heck are you waiting for? Get thee straight to a bookstore NOW!

Once again, David Gillespie provides sensible information in a way that is not only easy and humorous to read, but actually inspires you to act. And I did. I’m pleased to say that there are still 3 UDL cans in the fridge, waiting for a visitor who may enjoy them (… I may have decided not to drink them, but for the life of me I cannot tip them down the sink!) and I’ve made some changes which I intend to be long-lasting.

In being honest, the other thing that pushed me over the edge was taking bubba for her 6 month needles at the doctors. Being short on super-duper baby weighing scales, her weight was taken by me stepping on the scales holding her initially and then hopping on again without her to subtract the difference. Holy Crap! Just 6 months after having her, I was over 10kg heavier than being 40 weeks pregnant! Not too hard to guess that a diet of chocolate chip biscuits (and plenty of them),  Coke, and French Style flavoured coffee by the tanker load were the culprits. The problem was that I was certainly addicted to each and everyone of these sugar-laden foodstuffs and I was consuming them excessively. I’m ashamed to say that a dozen choc-chip bikkies washed down by half a dozen cups of French Style coffee was not at all an unusual day. As a student of David Gillespie’s first book Sweet Poison I *knew* it was wrong, wrong, wrong … but as an addict I was helpless.

At least now I feel as if I am really on the right track and I’m viewing this (again, I know, I know) as a lifestyle change and not a diet. I need to be able to chase a toddler, I need to be able to go and kick a soccer ball with my big boys but most of all I need to know that I am looking after myself well, so that I can look after them best.

I’ll be back later with a little summary of how my first few fructose-free days have gone …