I had a reader email me this past week while we were in Kentucky and basically she asked… what happened to the sugar fast??
As much as I hate to tell you – I’m going to anyway.
I failed at it. BIG TIME.
For those of you who missed it, on May 21, the day after my 38th birthday, I decided start a 40 day sugar fast. I had put on a few pounds and was feeling awful and I thought a sugar fast might be the best way to jump start some weight loss.
But I was wrong. The fast was a huge bust for me. I have no explanation for why it was so hard, but the truth is, I could not stick to it.
Nine days into it and I was beating myself up so bad about my failures that I didn’t even want to try anymore. I did try for a couple of more days after that, but in the midst of cake orders and church events and one thing after the other, I just kept screwing it up.
So I quit. And I was too ashamed to post about it – so I just pretended that I didn’t write about it to start with and I hoped you’d all forget. How pitiful is that?
In addition to all of that, my heart problems have continued and the medication I am on has the lovely side effect of weight gain…. so over the past few weeks, I’ve gained even more weight. I didn’t get on the scale for the past few days but I know I’m 220+. *Note: my heart issues are very minor and my cardiologist assures me that this issue I’m having is common for women my age and will likely resolve in time. In the meantime, having a racing heart all the time (for no apparent reason) is annoying to say the least and the medication is helping – even though it’s causing me to pack on the pounds.
Talk about depressing.
I tried again to fast… for about 2 seconds somewhere in the middle of June, but then I had this big 8 day mission trip to Kentucky on the schedule and my stress increased ten-fold when we started getting down to the wire on leaving … so once again, I gave up.
But I’m here to tell you this: I will try again. It may not be a sugar fast and I may fail again, but I’m going to try.
I don’t know what I need to do to get back on track and right now I don’t have a plan, but hiking up trails and squeezing between walls of rock (see top picture… it was much tighter at the other end!) made me realize that I really do want to lose weight and be in better shape.
Here’s the bottom line: I hate the way I look. I hate the way I feel. I hate the way my clothes are too tight and how I’m embarrassed to have my picture taken.
And I’m sorry for letting you down with the sugar fast. No one is more disappointed than me.