Today is my fifth day without sugar.
I confess, I have had two drinks in that time, so I’m not 100% sugar free.
I have also had an American Flatbread Pizza so I’m not 100% Key. Key being the hypnosis program that I wen through. 100% Key would be no grains, no fruit. I think I’m working in that direction, but for the moment my goal is no processed sugar. (The alcohol is an anomaly, normally I almost never drink, never mind twice in one week).
Don’t quibble with my accounting here - it’s my journey and I declare that I am achieving my goal so I get to call it as day five without sugar.
The point is what happened yesterday and this morning so far.
Yesterday one of the furry little terrorists that I live with was playing with the basement door at about 3:45. The furry little terrorists are both convinced that nirvana lies behind closed doors, but particularly the basement door. So they lie next to it, looking through the crack, trying to figure out what is back there.
Or, more usually, they throw things under it and try to get them.
Which means worrying at the door.
Which is loud.
And it wakes me up.
So I got the furry little terrorist and brought him to bed, hoping that he would prefer snuggling.
And he was right back at the door.
So I got up again and put the furry little terrorist in the bathroom, the only room in the house (besides my bedroom) that has a door. The other furry little terrorist followed and ran in as I was unceremoniously dumping the first one in there, so at least he had company.
I’d put him in the bedroom and close the door, but the furry little terrorist would worry at the bedroom door.
I’d close the bedroom door, but the furry little terrorist would still be worrying at the basement door, and it is damn loud so I still wouldn’t be able to get to sleep.
|They love the bathroom|
|While I took this . . .|
|The other one jumped on my back|
And while many may not consider it flattering, The Moth can put me to sleep when I’m up in the middle of the night. The TV can have the same effect, but I haven’t had a TV in my room in 15 years.
So I use my phone to stream The Moth or This American Life (another program I adore). And I go to sleep.
Except when I don’t. And yesterday at too f’ing early o’clock, I didn’t. I listened to a few stories that I had previously heard only the first sentence of before falling asleep, which was great, they were terrific.
Except I had to be up at 6:45 so I could be ready to leave for work at 7:45. And I didn’t get to bed until 12:45.
And that may not seem early to you, but I only get up to an alarm two days a week, and I need about eight to eight and a half hours of sleep a night, so I was kind of screwed.
I did doze a bit between 4:15 and 6:45, but I was mostly not asleep.
|Me in the tub, waiting for disaster|
Then I worked and managed to stay conscious
Since my day was a bit shorter than scheduled - being a massage therapist, if I’m not scheduled I get to leave work early. Which is not great for the wallet, but amazing on the first sunny warm day in . . . forever.
I did a bit of shopping, and stayed conscious.
|They have two crates, but the vet is scary.|
|WATER? In the sink?! OMG!|
Then, and aside from staying conscious and not yawning my way through the day this is part of what we’ve been working toward this whole time, I drove a half hour home and WENT FOR A RUN.
I made dinner, a lovely and filling taco salad and then took a nice hot epsom salt with lavender essential oil bath. I don’t know if I’ve talked about it much here, but epsom salt baths are not only decadent and allow you to feel like you’re at a lovely spa in your own bathroom - they’re actually really good for you. I enjoy epsom salt soaks at least three times a week. If you know me on FB, you know they are my answer to most physical ailments. I did three to five a week when I trained for the Patriot Half Ironman and ChesapeakeMan in 2010 and I stayed healthy the entire 11 months. Try it, you’ll see I’m right.
|We have no idea how your glasses got on the floor.|
|There is a human being under there. Swear.|
|Bike on trainer, cat on rider|
It’s a terrible and pointless way to live.
Last night I was legitimately falling asleep early because I had a long, active, productive day after not enough sleep the night before.
|You wanted your sweaters in here? Ha.|
You know, really useful, productive stuff that makes you feel accomplished.
I’ll be honest here - if Garmin was charged I would have been out the door for my run around 8, possibly earlier.
But Garmin wasn’t charged. So I put Garmin on the charger and decided to write this first - when words start floating around my brain I like to get them out, it’s when my best writing occurs. Trying to capture the essence later, it’s never as good.
I did scroll through a little FB on my phone while I waited for my laptop to boot up. Watched a quick video of RDJ - he’s always worth a minute or two. But that’s it.
Now I’m going to head out for a run.
I always forget, when the siren call of the sugar invites me down rabbit hole, that when I take care of my body - I feel better.
|Water fascinates them|