It’s done…it’s done…it’s finally freaking over. All hail the 21 Day Sugar Detox is Dead. Yeah, and if while reading that first line you pictured me doing a little dance then you would 100% correct in your visual image of this blog post. Hallelujah this detox is over. Jesus, that was miserable. Seriously. When I started this detox 21 days ago I looked forward to this day, the end, the finish line and fondly thought about the inspiring post I would write, recapping my experience. Getting my thoughts ready to tell people how great it was, how much easier it got after week one, how sweets have no power over me any more.
Except, um. Yeah, lets be real. None of that actually happened. I’ll be dammed if you put a piece of chocolate cake in front of me right now, that I literally won’t shove my face in it like a baby on their first birthday. No sugar, no fruit, no fruit juice. Check. I made it the entire time without it, even as we took a mini vacay to Kansas City. That was rough. So imagine my surprise when I am still struggling with this no sugar thing as I stumble into week 3. Quickly the grandiose ideas of the triumphant post quickly went to, holy hell, I need to tell people the truth. I can’t lie and say that this was so great and I feel like I have lost my addiction to chocolate. People don’t need to hear that because when they try this (and I definitely think you should) it is your right to know how it really was for me. So here it goes. No sugar coating it, literally. How my 21 day sugar detox went.
I like to think of this as me pre detox.
And post detox….I pretty much feel the exact same way about sweets. Cravings are still intact and I find myself searching my kitchen after dinner for that sweet little dessert, still.
I’ve been reading a ton of other people’s experiences with this detox. How they overcame their craving for sweets. How they can’t even eat sweet things anymore. How terrible chocolate tastes, etc. Ok, listen people. Here’s the deal. For real. Yes, not eating sugar for 21 days was great. I had some weight loss and I feel like I gained a little piece of triumph for resisting the urge to eat sugar. And up until last Thursday I hadn’t really seen any gains in my performance. Actually until last week I felt like my performances had been worse than normal. I was slow, completely fatigued and dying after every wod. But since then I have PR’d my clean and jerk at 175, and my split jerk from the rack at 190lbs. *side bar- I have no proof that this detox helped me throw 190 lbs over my head. The entire thing could be completely placebo. But I need to mention that it happened during this so that you know the full story. Plus I am so freaking stoked about those two huge PR’s that I can hardly contain myself. But was it because I stopped eating sugar, or because I have been working my tail off at getting stronger? Who knows.* end of side bar.
This is how the weeks went:
Day 1: excitement about trying something new. Full force, ready to take on this challenge
Day 3: Reality sets in, I’m no longer excited. This is going to suck
Day 4: Holy shit. I’m freaking starving and all I can eat is meat and veggies, my life blows.
Day 6: Totally depressed that I can’t have a sweet treat to help me through the day, sounds like more coffee it is.
Weekend 1: OMG this is terrible. And I’m ok with being a drama queen about it. The weekends are my cheat time and I need a freaking piece of chocolate
Day 8: Deactivate my Pinterest account so I can stop seeing all of the delicious “treats” people are making with cookies and ice cream. Screw you guys. And seriously. Who needs to know how to wrap an oreo in chocolate chip cookie dough. Umph
Day 10: still starving and the dreams about eating sweets have officially begun
Day 12: Wake up in a cold sweat because I dreamt I ate a piece of candy and had to spit it out. Spent the rest of the day in a weird cloud, pissed at myself for dream cheating on this challenge. Glad I have nothing in my house in case a sleep walking/eating session occurs.
Day 15: Dreams continue, except now I’m eating gummy bears and bowls of fruity pebbles. Wake up depressed and starving
Day 17: Middle finger to all those on facebook who say they feel great.
Day 19: Need coffee now.
Day 20: Almost done. Almost done. Almost done.
Day 21: Oh my god, I made it. Does this mean I can have a banana now?
So as of day 23, I’ve still not had any sugar. It isn’t that I don’t want any, but shit, I’ve made it this far, I guess I’ll keep going until I can’t take it any longer.
So in retrospect, a few things to take out of this. Sugar is the devil and if it controls your life like it does mine, maybe you should consider a challenge like this yourself. 21 days, although torturous wasn’t so unmanageable that I couldn’t get through it. It wasn’t 6 weeks, it wasn’t 3 months, it wasn’t a year. 21 days. If I can do it. You can do it. Give it a try. You have nothing to lose but your crippling addiction to sweets and that belt around your middle. You can do it and today is a great day to start. Think about how great you will feel when it is over. Prove to yourself you have what it takes. Step up and make a change.
Stay Active, Stay Healthy, and Put Down the Chocolate and Step Away.
dessert table image via Amy Atlas Events