Two days down.
The first time I went sugar-free, back in the early '90s, it was suggested [by a psychologist, a chiropractor and an Overeaters Anonymous sponsor] that I might feel overwhelmed and emotional, that I would probably cry for no reason and that these feelings would last about three weeks.
Sure enough, they did.
I'm not buying into that this time. I haven't been eating sugar on a regular basis – I'm not scarfing down Snickers bars on a daily basis, or whipping up gooey desserts for weeknight dinners – but I haven't been diligent about eliminating it when I can. And the Fourth of July was a complete carb-and-sugar fest. With a pork tenderloin thrown in.
No, I feel like I'm just getting back to what is normal and right and healthy for me.
My food yesterday was similar to Thursday's: tuna salad and a tomato for lunch; no afternoon snack [not hungry, too busy], and one of my favorite concoctions for dinner – pesto pasta with chicken sausage and vegetables.
I realized after dinner that I'd "carb-loaded" for this morning's four-mile race. Heh. Thanks, Wendy, for remembering it was today. It should be fun and low-key, and since I've never registered for and run a four-mile it'll be a PR no matter what my time is. The best part of being a novice runner is that every time I run a race, it's my best time for that distance.
Since registration starts at 7 and it's now 6:50 and I'm still in my jammies, I'd better scoot.
I realized after I posted yesterday that I had again forgotten it was Friday, when I usually put up a motivational quote. I'll get back to that next week, as it's been one of those helpful things I've been doing consistently for quite some time now. [Foolish] consistency may be the hobgoblin of little minds, but it's also a key element of living a healthy lifestyle. And not so foolish.