When I was a growing up, we all routinely made Lenten resolutions covering those six weeks from Ash Wednesday to Easter. My childhood resolutions usually took the form of giving up candy or cookies or even desserts altogether, and as I recall, I rarely broke the resolutions.
As an adult, I have often wondered why I haven’t been able to go for as long as two days to keep a resolution to stay away from sugar, when I did so with so little fanfare as a child.
I’m now into the third week of a no-refined sugar regime, and there are a few things that have surprised me.
First of all, as Sanstorm in her comment predicted, it has not been nearly as hard as I have expected. When I have felt a sugar-craving, I’ve usually reached for a small handful of raisins and nuts, and moved on. What I have not done is to continue to discuss the issue with myself. I have not gone down the increasingly self-serving reasons about why, despite my resolutions, I simply should have a sugar-kick. It’s rather like the Lenten resolutions of my childhood. The decision is not up for discussion.
The second thing that has surprised me is that, although my joints are not absolutely pain-free — especially after I’ve spent a couple of hours scraping moss off the roof — I seem to have a lot more energy. I absolutely never expected that. But it seems to be true.
And of course, having more energy, especially at my age when I am aware of its decreasing supply, is absolutely fantastic.
I had no intention of giving up refined sugar forever. But under the circumstances, I think I might.