The Sugar Diaries: Day 11

9am Up. Breakfast. Coffee. Happy Sunday.

12pm Run an ‘easy’ 3 miles when I was supposed to run a ‘difficult’ 4. Oh well.

1:30pm Rush to make avo on toast with cherry tomatoes because I’m running late. Some salted almonds. Yuuuum.

2:30pm Treat myself to a latte on the train. Really need to stop doing this for the sake of my bank account.

4pm In Basildon visiting boyfriend. Happy as Larry (and I’ve heard he’s a happy guy).

7pm Boyfriend cooks dinner – roasted veggies, couscous, turkey and halloumi. Yuuuuum of the highest order.

8pm Get some news that makes me feel a bit funny. All emotional reserves are used up trying not to burst into tears, so when boyfriend offers me a Gü cheesecake for dessert I eat it without protest. This is definitively Against The Rules and the most sugar I’ve eaten in 11 days. I don’t enjoy it (I barely even taste it) so does it count? (It definitely does).

9pm Two gin and slimline tonics. Sad.

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The Sugar Diaries: Day 10

8am Wake up, rushed breakfast.

10am Flat white on the train to Brighton for a day with my family. Again – am dreading the ‘diet’ talk which is the reason I haven’t forewarned my family of what I will and won’t be eating. Comments on my diet would be severely unwelcome, but it also means I just have to cross my fingers that I can eat whatever is served to me.

1pm Lunch is a mini buffet of brown pita (thank you God!), veggies, hummus and so on. I pass on the white rolls, hot cross buns and cookies and all is fine. I’m not even feeling hard done by when I say no to sugary snacks and nobody seems to take much notice of me. No comments are made. Relief.

4pm God, I’m starving. Snaffle some salted almonds that I’ve brought in my bag with me as a snack.

6pm Dinnertime – nut roast and roasted veggies for me. It’s very yummy. There’s a chance there might be some added sugar in the nut roast (it isn’t homemade) but there’s not an awful lot I can do about it if there is. Dessert is fruit salad, meringue and crème fraîche or yoghurt. The yoghurts are flavoured (read: sugared) and I don’t really like meringue anyway, so have fruit with crème fraîche. It’s yuuuuuum.

8pm Wine and treats at my uncle’s. I have a (large) glass of red wine but pass on all the chocolates, sweets and sweet chilli crisps being passed round. I weirdly don’t feel hard done by? Odd. My uncle has brought back lots of weird sweets from Iceland and we all try them (with extreme caution after the first lot turned out to be slated liquorice with extra salt). I had maybe 5 or 6 small pieces of various sweets/chocolate, which is against the rules but I didn’t want to miss out on the game.

9pm Eat 3 oat biscuits on the way home. I can’t get enough of them, seriously.

Side note: my constant hunger seems to have worn off a bit and I’m not finding it hard to say no to sweets/desserts. Though I’m still having the occasional craving for something specific, it’s a in a vague and abstract way and I can dismiss the thought quite quickly and without much trouble. HOW WEIRD IS THIS?

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The Sugar Diaries: Day 9

Today is a pretty average day without many real cravings. Go to the gym and run an ‘easy’ 2 miles – side note, I am now a person who finds running two miles easy! Strange mix of pride and disgust.

Dinner represents a slight challenge. Have planned to go to Wagamama with the girls AKA White Carb City. I look up the menu beforehand and choose the seared nuoc cham tuna which turns out to be DELICIOUS. It’s also not something I would have chosen had I not given up sugar, so happy days.

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The Sugar Diaries: Day 8

9am Wake up from a bad dream feeling glum. Have breakfast – shredded wheat and blueberries. I love this part of the day but I’m sorry about how boring it is to report. Look up my hunger symptoms over coffee, find several sources where other people have experienced the same constant hunger. I guess this is withdrawal. Grim.

11am Am in love with today’s guest speaker. Spend the next two hours giggling about it on the group chat. Get peckish and eat most of my afternoon snack – it’s oatcakes and cashew nuts, obviously.

1pm Heat up rice with roasted veggies and halloumi from the other day. Buy a flat white. Yuuuuum. Friends all have cake. I’m so unfazed by the cake that I don’t even really notice how little I noticed I wasn’t having any until three hours later.

4pm After next lecture (again, in love with the lecturer. Is this a withdrawal symptom? If so, I like it). Eat an apple on the way to newspaper editorial meeting. Two people show up. This is a great turnout.

6:30pm Feminist book club. There’s always cheese and wine at book club but as I arrive it strikes me that I might not be able to eat the crackers! Disaster threatens – but never fear. Lovely feminist book club leaders have provided us not with crackers but – you guessed it – oatcakes. Merrily eat cheese and have two glasses of red wine.

9pm Arrive home. Am – incredibly – not hungry despite having not eaten a proper dinner. Haven’t not been hungry in a week. This is a turn up for les livres. Take advantage of this by making tea and going straight to bed.

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The Sugar Diaries: Day 7

8:30am Porridge and blueberries. Don’t have time for coffee and anyway – don’t want coffee breath for the dentist.

11am Huuuuungry. Oatcakes and cheese.

1pm Two perfectly poached eggs on toast with spinach and cherry tomatoes.

2:30pm Try to find some full fat Greek yoghurt – you know that brand called Fage? I know it’s pronounced differently, but it always reminds me of the term ‘fadge’ which was used in 2008 by Northamptonian year 9 girls to refer interchangeably to both our vaginas and each other (eg, ‘Oi, fadge! Come here!’, ‘My fadge hurts!’ or, as relayed to me by my best friend, ‘He fingered me in the fadge.’). Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah. I can’t find any full fat yoghurt, have to have fat free. Sad.

3pm Gym. Run 3.5 miles. I’m training for a race, by the way. I’m not just mad keen on the gym. I’m not a sociopath.

4pm Ra. Ven. Ous. Just want some cake, for fuck’s sake. Have a weird craving for orange squash and I’ve never liked orange squash.

4:30pm Put more peanut butter on a slice of toast than anybody could ever want. Except me, obviously. I prove this to be true by eating more from the jar when I’m done with the toast. It’s a good thing this isn’t about weight loss, because nobody could lose weight while eating this much peanut butter.

8pm Go to a friend’s house for dinner. She has offered to cook and I type out a message explaining that I can’t eat refined sugar or white carbs and I’m so sorry and she doesn’t have to cook for me and I could bring my own food or we could just have tea blah blah blah… remember that she’s vegan. She’s used to dietary requirements. Delete the message and type ‘Sounds amazing – can’t have sugar or white carbs so I’ll bring some brown rice! :)’.

9:30pm Food takes ages but is amazing and so nice to cook together. Sweet potato, chickpea and cashew nut curry. Get in me. I eat loads.

Midnight Get home hungry. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Is this normal?

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