I've made it to 31 days free of processed sugar and booze, so I wanted to document how it's been and how I'm truly feeling about it all. Not just for my own reflective purposes, but in case this account helps anyone else who is thinking of cutting either of these things out of their lives for a while to decide whether they want to or not.
This story begins two days ago. It was a Tuesday morning and I was up and into the office early, and not being a morning person on the best of days I'll be honest and say the 6am alarm had not been my friend. I also already thought it was Wednesday, which didn't help my mood in the slightest. The day was grey and wet and horribly cold, the epitome of a typical English winter day. The morning in the office had rushed by in a series of meetings including one placed right over lunch time that of course overran, so by the time I got back to my desk and thought about food at 1:20pm I was quite frankly ready to gnaw my own arm off.
I created my first intentions journal for 2019. It was the very end of 2018 and I was feeling like I wanted to make the most of the year ahead, but it was difficult to extract from my head what I wanted to focus my energy on. I had been reading a lot of Jen Sincero and Denise Duffield-Thomas and felt excited about the idea that I could manifest the life I wanted to live, I just needed to get clear on what it was. So I decided to create a journal to help me work through it all. I wanted to set myself some goals and give myself something to work towards throughout the year. So I made an intentions journal, and with us facing the dawn of another decade and with 2020 stretching ahead of us I decided to do the same this year too.
It was my dad’s birthday this weekend and as it was a big one we arranged a whole family get together. My dad is originally from the north east of England, so a weekend back up to the mother land was in order to celebrate. I knew that as I was only ten days in to my no processed sugar and no booze for a year experiment this was going to be a challenge, but I never comprehended just how much.
I’m right handed so I do a lot of incredibly important things with my right hand. Writing, using a knife, putting on mascara without poking myself in the eye to name but a few. My right hand is an incredibly important part of doing incredibly important things. And a lot of not so incredibly important things. I tap my nose with the index finger of my right hand when I’m thinking. Coincidentally the nail on that finger is very good to chew on when I’m stressed. Zips, buttons, poppers, all my right hand’s responsibility. I wasn’t kidding - all the things happen with my right hand. But it’s day six of my no processed sugar or booze for a year challenge and I’d quite happily lop the thing clean off just for a sip of the good stuff.
It’s day two of me quitting sugar and alcohol for a year. I’ve done a month no sugar once before - I remember it being difficult for the first couple of weeks, then once you get past the insane withdrawal headaches and the insatiable cravings it gets a lot easier. I was ultimately successful in proving that I could do it for a month, but as soon as the month was over I jumped straight back on that wagon with an enormous slice of cake and I haven’t looked back. I feel quite positive going into this experiment this time around, but I’m quickly realising there were some things I hadn’t thought of. When I quit sugar the first time round I did it in the middle of the year rather than immediately after the Christmas holidays. I also work a 9 to 5 office job and figured that going back into the office wouldn’t be any more difficult than it normally is after nearly two weeks off. That was until I wandered through the doors this morning.