When I began Paleoing my greatest concern was that carb cravings would kill it stone dead. I assumed I’d get longings for lashings of hot-buttered toast, salivation at pastries, dreams about pasta. Hasn’t happened. I will admit to strong sugar cravings – very intense during my recent stressful times. But a quarter of a teaspoon of sugar in a cup of tea or coffee seems to sort.
Today I was in a well-known supermarket chain, one of the ones that hasn’t – yet? – been mentioned in the horse meat scandal. I walked past the patisserie counter. It has a very fine patisserie counter. I breathed in deeply thinking thinking, well, if I can inhale a few flakes of gateau, it surely won’t count. Must’ve looked a right sight breathing in very deeply as I, very slowly, walked past the cake counter.
But walk past it I did! Straight to the steak section. Okay so you can’t have cake. But you can have fillet.
Pretend you ate it!
A similar incident occurred earlier in the week when I walked past a famous coffee chain – one that’s Brit-owned and pays its taxes. Oh how I longed to go in and order a pain aux raisin together with a strong coffee. I got as far as the door. Then I thought, no, don’t do it! You can say no. Walk on by and pretend you ate it. Think to self, hmmmm… that was good! I really enjoyed that.
Another trick is to try and imagine how awful I’d have felt if I ate it. I know, having a fairly empty stomach at the time, that the high-sugar content would’ve gone right to my head and I’d have felt dizzy. Eating highly-processed overly-sugared food is for me like drinking a double vodka on an empty stomach. Knocks me for six. Bit like that horrible sugary drink I had to down for my diabetes glucose tolerance test. It really is a vile feeling.
Dreaming of sugar
The other thing that hasn’t happened is the dreaming. I dream, oh yes, and thank goodness for it for many of my best ideas come from dreams. They’re a direct line to your subconscious and immensely useful. But I haven’t had many food dreams at all. When I gave up smoking three decades ago I had lots of smoke dreams. Dreamt I’d smoked a cigarette having vowed never to touch one again. Woke up and thought, oh NO! I didn’t. And, no, I hadn’t. Such a relief.
The lack of sugary dreams could be that I’m not missing it all that much. Not as much as I thought I would. Which could mean a diet high in protein – and with some carb in the vegetables and salad – meets all my dietary needs and my body doesn’t need to crave food its missing. It doesn’t need them. I need them psychologically, or think I do. But my body doesn’t. Perhaps it’s saying thank you?
I measured my waist again today as we’re at the two week/halfway point. I think a little more has come off. Hard to tell. So easy to cheat with a tape measure. Moment of truth is two weeks away – and I’ve got a series of away-from-home business meetings during the last week in Feb so gonna be tough.
But I said I’d weigh in at the end of the 28-day trial and report back on my progress and so I shall. It helps to keep me motivated. More next week. Thanks for following.