So, the first week of Sugar Free September has come and gone, so here’s a little update:
I hate it.
I think I’ve done fairly well so far. I was away in Cornwall for 4 days so, naturally, we ate at a lot of restaurants so my food wasn’t entirely under my control. And I’m sure some sugar slipped in. But I wasn’t blatantly eating all the yummy snacks I would normally have while being on vacation. In fact, I have a bag of crisps that I bought out of habit that I carried back from Cornwall because the ingredients include sugar. So I have been trying, and I have been doing it, I just… don’t really care.
Yes. My downfall of this whole thing could just be full blown apathy. When it comes down to it, I simply don’t care about the “challenge” at all, which makes putting in the effort to find food that’s both sugar and gluten free feel like a colossal waste of time and energy. I feel about the same as I usually do, only more annoying because I’ve added useless dietary restrictions to my already incredibly restricted diet!
You know what would be more impressive than quitting sugar for a month? Just eating moderate amounts of sugar and being more mindful over what I cook for myself at home. Eating three meals a day rather than my typical skip-breakfast-Pret-for-lunch-junk-for-dinner routine. Since when has an extreme ever been fun? It should be about balance, should it not?
So, that’s my little rant. Am I giving up just yet? No. Not really. But I’m definitely going to take it a day at a time, so by this time tomorrow I could easily be drinking a sugary cocktail. I guess we’ll see!
Easily my favourite part of the trip was arriving to find a small island that was practically just a mountain, and atop the mountain stood a castle. If you don’t already know, I have a few passions in this life and one of them is small islands and another one is castles. Basically the whole weekend can be marked by me excitedly squealing “CASTLE!” every time I saw it. I also took photos of it from about a million angles… from down near Perranuthnoe, from Marizon, from Penzance, from Mousehole… you get the idea. Everywhere I went, I took photos of the castle.
I’m going to spare you all of those and focus on the photos from the day that we actually went to visit the castle on the mountain. Also known as My Favourite Day. We even went to the Sunday church service (surprise: another one of my passions are churches/cathedrals, even though I am an atheist).