I started my holiday posting pics of my food on Facebook, that I had eaten that day. I got to about my 5th day of posting my food and realised that I was being a gigantic w@nker!!! Seriously who gives a baby tortoise what I was eating on my holidays. I basically did it to keep myself accountable but then I started feeling like a massive creep trying to sneakily take photos as we dined at friends houses because it is awkward to say "so I just posted a pic of the meal you served me on Facebook… presentation really needs some work."
During the 3 weeks of our holiday, I celebrated my 33rd birthday, which coincided with me being 6 months sugar free!! I also decided that this would be the perfect day to eat some sugar (don't look at me like that!!)
I have spent the last 6 months monitoring every gram of sugar and making sure I was living a life that was basically fructose free. In a day I would have 1/2 a teaspoon of sugar ( if that ) and that would probably come from a fruit or something in an ingredient.
On my birthday I celebrated it in the middle of nowhere, although it did have phone reception, which was a nice change from 2 days without it. My husband was riding that day, so I woke up to my 7 year old doing a poo on the toilet and yelling out happy birthday to me from in there (toilet birthday wishes, truly are the gift that keeps on giving). I didn't have a cake that day, but I decided in honour of my birthday I was going to eat some of those pineapple Allens lollies and some strawberries and cream ones. I had to do this, as I needed something to represent it being my birthday. All up I ate 6 and I couldn't give a rats backside. There was no guilt included in this decision and I enjoyed every single one of them. My husband did make the comment "Oh god, what if someone sees you and tells everyone who follows your blog, you know they will nail you to a cross over this"… Such a comedian he is...
Later on during the week ( after me making numerous comments that I didn't get to blow out any candles this year ) my husband decided to get me a black forest mud cake accompanied by about 10 wait staff singing happy birthday. I ate 2 spoonfuls and that was plenty for me! Luckily everyone else got stuck in, so it wasn't wasted. My husband had quite a few beverages by that stage and had this bright idea that we should give the rest of my cake to a homeless person.This was a great idea, except there were no homeless people around (which we only found out after my husband set out on a mission by himself and the cheesecake for 15min to find one). We ended up giving it to the bouncers/door guys at the pub we were visiting (after my husband put it on the ground and they thought he was up to no good, leaving a box near a pub… dodgy thing he is)
Last night, on returning home, my parents wanted to celebrate missing out on my birthday by presenting me with a choc marble cheesecake and once again, I had 2 spoonfuls and enjoyed them immensely but didn't feel the need to indulge anymore. This is the lifestyle I could live, this is the best feeling in the world.
I can honestly say I was preparing to feel a sense of guilt and shame, which is what always follows when I break my latest diet, but this was different. This time I didn't go on an epic binge like I normally would because I have always had the mentality of "oh well I've already wrecked it!". This time I just enjoyed what I was given and felt proud that it didn't make me want to take my clothes off and roll around in sugar until I passed out. Its such a good feeling to know that its not even willpower that is making you stop, its just a straight forward feeling that you don't need it to feel content/full/satisfied.
I have so much more to blog about and some hilarious stories to share, but there are bags to be unpacked, groceries to be bought and beds to be slept in...
Will update again soon