This morning I got up and cleaned the bathroom sink. The bathroom is now packed up and cleaned for the next tenant. There’s still stuff in there because I don’t move out completely for 13 days, but everything that can be removed and cleaned is taken care of.
Then I moved into the bedroom. I can’t get everything out of there, I have some shelving and furniture that has to be somewhere until it goes on a truck to Westfield, but I have to organize things and clean it up so that it’s presentable for anyone who might want to look at it this weekend.
I looked around and was at a bit of a loss as to where to start, but I noticed a Tum on the floor. Tum? It says Tums on the bottle, I assume that’s plural for Tum. Anyway, I had knocked the bottle off my nightstand several times and the top is broken and several Tums had fallen out. So I picked up the individual Tums and the bottle and put it in the trash.
So what, you may be thinking.
In the past I have eaten Tums daily. I had written it off to my job. I was in charge of environmental policy and compliance for an electric company. I was on-call every third week. Every time it was windy I was certain that I would have to spend the night out at a spill site. I didn’t sleep well. I was intensely stressed by my job.
I always believed that was what caused my fairly constant heart burn.
Then in 2009 I stopped eating sugar.
And I stopped eating Tums.
Then I started eating sugar again. I didn’t start eating Tums right away, it took awhile.
It took awhile because I didn’t start out eating pounds of sugar every day. I started with a little bit here and there. But last fall it started building and by the beginning of this year I was eating a s*&t ton of sugar.
I try to stay away from expletives here, but that is the only way it’s coming into my head right now.
I was eating an obscene amount of sugar earlier this year. And I was consuming a lot of Tums.
Indigestion. Bloat. Gas. Discomfort. Constantly.
Tums would help. After the second or third dose.
But it always came back.
Today I threw out the Tums. I’m 64 days sugar free. I have a ton of stress - it’s a slow time at work so my finances are in very bad shape and I’m moving. I don’t have indigestion, I don’t have bloat, I don’t have discomfort.
That is what sugar free life is like, comfortable. Even with all that stress, I feel good. I don’t need Tums.
Don’t take my word for it, try it yourself. You won’t regret it, I promise.