I screwed up. On July 1st I gave up sugar properly for the second time this year. The first time, starting on 27th January, I made it to 78 days, except actually it wasn’t really that long because I had the odd scone here & there, convincing myself it wasn’t really a sugary thing I was eating. I know, dillusional. This time, in July, I gave up sugar and all flour based stuff too, as I realised I couldn’t do one without the other properly. I made it to 82 days then due to shoddy food prep & a busy week, I grabbed a couple of croissants for dinner from the local shop. The next day I had an almond croissant. Then today I was out this morning and scarfed down lots of mini cake bites that we’re sitting in front of me, begging to be eaten. Or at least that’s how it felt. I’ve not felt that once since July. I’ve had loads of temptation in the way and not had difficulty saying no.
So it sucks but it’s hardly the end of the world. It’s just reconfirmed that low carb works for me, that I can’t ‘just have a wee bit’, whether sugar or savoury floury things, that I need to just get back to what I was doing and not stray from that. It still feels to me a ridiculous thing that I can have such an addictive response to something as basic as a bloody croissant. But there you go. I’ve luckily not got a problem with drink, drugs or smoking, so it could be worse!
I was going to pretend it hadn’t happened, but I realised that wouldn’t help me. I’ve also decided to restart my sugar-free quit app. I’m not going to track every day until I die, but I’m determined to make it 100 days before I stop counting, and it’s just something I do, for good.
So the plan now is just to refocus and get on with it.