Sugar Free

One of the realities of being insulin resistant is that you are supposed to behave like a diabetic. As in, lay off the sugar already. It would be one of the things that I'm not so good at giving up, of course. Which may explain, other than genetics, how I got here.

I can give up fried food, I have many times, I can give up soda, done that before too, but ask me to give up my chocolate, cookies, and desserts, well you might as well just shoot me. I've quit smoking, I've quit bad relationships, but this is the thing that causes me the most issues.

After my initial diagnosis of insulin resistance last January, I spent the following February giving up sugar. It was hard, but I was determined. By March, I was exercising thanks to the Shredheads and allowed myself a little sugar, occasionally. By April, and Easter, I had a bag of candy in my desk at work. I was still losing weight, so it didn't matter, right? You don't even want to know what Halloween did to me. That combined with the whole sick for two months thing, and I'm back to being a regular sugaraholic.

However, as of today, it changes. I am back to being determined if it kills me. I need to jump start my ability to fit back into my pants, as well as give my mood a kick in the ass. That isn't to say this isn't going to be challenging. I'm giving myself one raw sugar in my latte. I'm allowing myself sugar as an ingredient in certain foods, but doing my damnedest to make sure it isn't there as HFCS or as a needless additive. I'm also back on the exercise kick. As of tomorrow, no more house guests. That means I can go back to working out at the gym as well as in the house.

Oh Jillian how I've missed you so.