Yesterday I started 6 weeks without added sugar. Part of my inspiration comes from my friend Sarah, who gave up sugar during her first pregnancy, and the other part comes from a group of yogis that I’ve been hanging with as part of my yoga teacher training, which started in March and will finish this coming February. One of these YTT classmates is in social work school, and as part of a unit on addiction, her prof asked the students to give up an addiction. Sugar was one of the closest things to an addiction for her, and it is for me as well.
In emotional crisis, I regularly turn to food, particularly sweets. If something stressful is happening, I realize rationally that eating something won’t solve the problem, but I don’t usually care. It feels really good in the moment to get the shot of dopamine that comes from a donut or pint of ice cream, and while I have absolutely no problem with any foods inherently, I seem to have lost the ability to moderate donut and ice cream consumption. I am hoping that this six weeks will serve as a reset period, and when I start eating added sugar again, which I absolutely plan to do, I will be able to be more mindful of when and especially why I have it.
Of course, if this experiment is going to work, then I have to figure out a better way to cope than eating a bag of chips for supper and buying a new scarf (both happened last night). I guess I’ll just see how it goes.