"When the pain of remaining the same is greater than the pain of change, change will occur."
Wednesday, July 01, 2020
I have been doing pretty well lately with eating better and staying within calorie limits. It's showing on the scale, and that's encouraging. But something feels different this time, and I think it's that I finally had a bad enough experience to re-align the way I look at food, particularly sugar.
I admit to having a horrible sweet tooth! If it's sweet, I love it--except sweet coffee. Creamy, yes. Sweet, no. But in general, sweets are something I have found hard to resist.
For a while now--I'm not sure how long--about a year, I think, if I eat too much sugar, I feel achy. I asked a health coach about it and she said that sugar causes inflammation in the body. For a while I avoided sugar totally--well, not TOTALLY--but a lot more than I had been doing. Then, after a while, I forgot. I would occasionally overindulge and sometimes I would be achy and sometimes not.
Then, very recently, I ate quite a few pieces of salt water taffy in the evening. Now, in general, it's not a good idea for me to eat sugar in the evening as it keeps me awake. But I was "hungry" and I wanted some salt water taffy. And then I wanted some more. I really don't know how many pieces I ate, seven maybe? I felt okay.
But later, when I went to bed, I had trouble sleeping. What a surprise! I ate sugary stuff. But then the achiness kicked in and I realized it was going to be a long night. I knew that I had caused all kinds of inflammation in my body and I was feeling it. I got out of bed and went to our living room to sleep, knowing that I would wake my husband with my tossing and turning.
I heard my husband, the early riser, get up, so I got up myself to go back to bed. He asked what was up and I told him the honest-to-God truth, and went to bed. I didn't realize how much this information would concern him! To me, it was just indulging too much and reaping the consequences, much like drinking too much alcohol and having a hangover--though not nearly as bad as that, which is why I drink very little alcohol! But he was concerned about my health and has mentioned it several times since then.
I think there are two things at work here. One is my realization that too much sugar is NOT a good idea for me, or anyone, I suppose! I think that perhaps I had been denying that there was a problem.
The other is that I admitted this to my husband. So, without realizing it, I had created an accountability partner. When it comes to weight loss, I have never asked my husband to hold me accountable, probably because he is the most disciplined person I know, and his relationship with food is completely different from mine. I never thought he would understand. But because of my brutal honesty at 4 in the morning, a new pathway has opened, and, hopefully, I will continue to look at food in a better way!