By now, you may have already gathered that I have a bit of a sweet tooth. I’m pretty sure my header image alone (mmm, s’mores toast…) gave it away, although I haven’t been shy about posting about my various baking adventures. Let’s just say I can appreciate a good cake or cookie :p. And chocolate? I believe I once said that if it were a man, I’d marry it and have lots of babies with it. That pretty much sums up my choco-love.
I wasn’t always like this. I didn’t have a sweet tooth growing up. In fact, while all the kids around me were salivating over candy and soda and ice cream, I just had no interest whatsoever in the stuff. You could wave a cake in front of me, and my reaction would be, “Eh.” Potato chips? French fries? Schnitzel (we lived in Germany as a kid; this was my go-to food)? Yes, please. That’s where I indulged myself. Oh, occasionally, I would have something sweet: I discovered Nutella while living in Germany, and loved having Nutella on brötchen; pastries were an occasional treat; chocolate-covered marzipan (DARK chocolate, of course–I always was more of a dark chocolate kind of gal) rocked my world; and I did enjoy a particularly good cake or torte once in a while. But I didn’t seek these things out, and if you threatened to take away these sweet treats for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t have blinked an eye.
It all changed when I became an adult and started working–and discovered Starbucks. A co-worker and I bonded over daily afternoon trips to Starbucks, where I would indulge in a frappuccino and scone. Yes, I said “and.” And yes, I said “daily.” I stupidly thought that because I (1) worked out a lot and (2) got everything fat-free (or at least with no whipped cream), that it was ok to eat this stuff on a daily basis.
Was it any wonder I gained 30 pounds with this kind of delusion? But the weight gain wasn’t the only lovely little souvenir I got from all of this; I also gained a sweet tooth that hadn’t existed before, and as I would later come to find out (with much regret), it’s a pesky thing to get rid of.
I became a full-fledged sugar addict.
Fast forward to 2005, when I joined Weight Watchers, and I learned (with horror) what real portions should look like, what ingredients were in the foods I was consuming. Eventually, I lost those 30 pounds (though I’ve since gained 10 of them back after I started running marathons–I’ll kick those 10 pounds to the curb eventually, that is the plan :p), but I still didn’t kick my sugar habit. In fact, my weight loss came strictly as a result of consuming fewer calories, but as much as I paid (close) attention to how much I was eating, I didn’t pay any attention at all to what I was eating.
Enter “clean eating.” I read Tosca Reno’s Eat Clean Diet, and that opened my eyes. I realized that I may have finally gotten to the size I wanted to be, but I wasn’t really eating in a healthy way at all. Veggies? Um, no. Fruit? Yes, if it’s smothered in chocolate or some other sugary substance. Whole grains? No, sir!
Needless to say, I overhauled that part of my life and while I eat largely unprocessed or minimally processed foods now, I am… yes, wait for it… still a sugar addict.
So I’ve decided to do something about it. I’ve decided to challenge myself to a 28 day sugar detox. I’m not going to lie, the thought of it kinda scares the bejeezus out of me. I mean, I’ve been a sugar addict for 15 years. I’m pretty sure people who’ve been addicted to drugs or alcohol for that long of a time period would have some serious withdrawal symptoms. So, I’m going to be kind to myself and not beat myself up if I experience setbacks, nor will I go for 100% compliance here. I am going to allow myself a teaspoon of sucanat (and yes, I will measure out that teaspoon!) in my morning oatmeal, and a teaspoon of honey or fig butter in my usual afternoon snack of greek yogurt. But other than that, I’m going to avoid all foods with added sugars, and I’m definitely on a moratorium from cakes, cookies, muffins, and the like. Oh boy.
They say that after 28 days, any changes you make will become habit, and that if you can stay away from sugar for that long, your tolerance for sweets will drastically drop. I sure hope so. I’d love nothing more than to get back to the days of my childhood when I could look at a cake and shrug my shoulders, saying, “Eh.” Most importantly, I’d love to be able to walk away from the cake and know that I’m not really missing anything by not having it–and know that if I did decide to have a piece it wouldn’t lead me to ruin and undo all of the good work I did trying to detox from
that evil stuff sugar. One piece would be one piece, and then I would be able to go on for the next few weeks (or maybe even months) without having another one.
That is the goal. We shall see if that’s the end result of this little experiment :).