Better to Laugh

Well, the last week has been rough. I was feeling pretty ill early last week, depressed, weak. The doc put me on no carbs while I battle this yeast overgrowth; that is what antibiotics followed by prednisone will do to you. Oh, and possibly perimenopause. Yikes; I can’t be that old! Anyway, no carbs lasted about three days, then I couldn’t take it anymore. In order for the body to function, it needs some carbs, especially if you are active. So I began eating whole shredded wheat, no sugar added. By Thursday, I started to feel like myself, and every day since I have felt a little closer to normal.

I was giving my body what it needed when I started eliminating added sugar on my own a little while back. I still haven’t had any sugars for weeks, not that I haven’t been tempted. Last night at small group, they had white cake (my favorite) with strawberries and whipped cream. Yum! I resisted by imagining how it would taste if I could eat it. It wasn’t as exciting as actually eating it, but I made it through. I walked by a free, whole grain, breakfast bun this morning and wanted to inhale it. I kept asking myself, “Why would you want to ruin what you have started?” I avoided diet destruction, barely.

When my mom stopped smoking decades ago, she said that for a few years she wanted a cigarette every time she smelled someone else’s smoke. Eventually, the smell made her sick, and she never wanted another cigarette. I hope I can feel that way about sugary food, except I want it to take less time than a few years. Is that asking too much?