Today was not a good eating day for me. I was BAAAAAAAD. Two cookies (my son made them for math to learn how to measure), a handful of M&Ms (I took some when I gave one to the little girl I was babysitting went potty), and half a homemade waffle my mom made (fresh, hot, right out of her waffle iron – the evil contraption).
When I got up today, I knew the waters were going to be rough. I felt very tired physically, plus I felt a boatload of stress on my shoulders. So, emotionally, I was not in a good place. And I felt really hungry first thing when I usually don’t even think about breakfast for two hours.
I don’t usually crave sugar, but when I’m really tired that’s when my body cries out for quick energy. Now, I totally know that when I feel this way sugar is the last thing I need! I know all the mumble-jumble – sugar gives a quick high then a crash, it’ll cause you to crave more, your blood sugar will spike then drop, it causes fat storage, etc. But do you think knowing that helped me?
The problem started with my first taste of sugar.
It’s like there’s a sugar monster quietly waiting for me to open the door. As soon as I do, I’m like a puppet in a marionette’s hands. Eat more. Eat more. Eat more. Then I battle with cravings all day.
Eat no sugar, have no cravings. Eat sugar, wham-O!
I went out for a long run this afternoon to purge my soul. I reminded myself that food is not the answer. It provides temporary relief, but has a wicked backlash.
Tomorrow I will do well. I promise. Tomorrow I will not awaken the sugar monster.
