…And Baby Makes Two

Yesterday I got an appealing offer from a friend of mine to undertake a significant challenge in November. I am mulling it over. It is exciting, but I doubt myself. However, since it is a physical pursuit, I committed to start by really taking care of my diet, which right now is all about sugar and fat. For starters, I decided that I’d consume no sugar today. No processed sugar. I have two words about this experience: Oy vey. Man. For someone who never ate sugar this time two years ago, you would think this would be second nature. It isn’t. I have developed an addiction again, and I am just jonesing for a hit. Especially at this moment. 3pm. At work. The day’s work is slowing down. It is gloomy out. The caffeine from my 6am cup of coffee has long since past its half-life. And I just need a jolt. You know, the ironic thing about sugar is that the jolt lasts for about 10 minutes. And then comes the crash, triggering cravings for another jolt, which then lasts like 5 minutes until the crash, and by the time you go for the next jolt, it’s barely even a little tiny zap and you’re nearly comatose from the insulin shock. Still, I crave it. I’m going to hold out, though. I need to attend to my body more, and start taking care of myself again. And once I decide whether or not I’ll undertake this challenge for the fall, you can be sure I’ll be writing about it. Ciao.