It all started fairly well - will power was high, to the point of even turning down freshly baked blueberry crumble muffins that everybody was raving about in Bible study. The first couple of days weren't too bad, although getting used to tea and coffee sans sugar was interesting (it added a tinge of sadness to my morning tea coffee ). About two days in I started feeling quite awful. I'm still not 100% convinced it was the lack of sugar, but perhaps it was. After a day or two, I was feeling better again, but nothing significantly better than normal.
It was all going so well, I was six days in with one more to go, when we went out for our Friday night take away. There we were, sitting in McDonalds (we're very classy) watching Hannah drinking water from her little happy meal bottle. I raised my cup and took a long draught through my straw, and thought to myselfm "Hmm, Hannah's drinking water. My water tastes quite sweet ... Hang on a minute!" It was lemonade. I was 24 hours from reaching my goal when I found myself accidentally quaffing down a medium sized cup of sprite. Oh well, close enough. It turns out that I would have had to break it the next day anyway, because the only morning tea that was served at the Equip conference were little 'sweetie treaties', as we have come to call them in our house.
So, at the end of all that I have nothing particularly remarkable to report. I went without sugar for a while. Now I'm eating it again. I have noticed though, I do tend to feel a mild sense of rising panic when I watch my child each chocolate or lollies, while I'm happy enough to eat them myself. I'm not quite sure what is with that.
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