Things have been going pretty well. By and large I’ve kept to my promises. The late night toast, a remnant from the cheese toasties of my university days, has disappeared. The box of wine that we bought in November has remain untouched. (Normally, by this stage of the year, we would be 3 or 4 bottles down.) And, were it not for the funeral of an old friend, I expect that I would still be alcohol free. I felt it would have been disrespectful not to have drunk in his memory.
Probably for the first time in my adult life therefore, I am resisting the cravings and urges that have been part of my diet since childhood. I’d always believed that I could out-exercise a poor diet. I now know that is simply not possible.
The biscuit tin is no longer stocked. I haven’t had a chocolate bar this year, nor have I pinched any of my son’s sweets.
Without altering my meal plans, I’ve lost 4kg from my peak weight. So things are looking good – and I genuinely believe it’s because I’m diverting the money I’d spend on those destructive things to a better cause.
However, I succumbed to temptation last week in the form of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. The crack cocaine of the snack world.
For those of you who have never tried one, you’re probably wondering what all the fuss is about. I know that I did; after all, it’s just a doughnut. It would have been so much easier if, all those years ago, I had refused, and lived my life in blissful ignorance.
There is some science behind Krispy Kreme. The combination of sugar and fat within their ring doughnut is such that it makes us crave more and drives people to overeat. Combine that with the massive marketing muscle of Krispy Kreme, and it’s no wonder I was so weak.
I’ll be checking in for detox, and hopefully won’t be going back to my previous ways.