So I keep dreaming about cake. Or sugary confections. Ice-cream piled high in tall glasses with long thin spoons to eat it with so it takes longer. Or creamy cakes lusciously and lovingly filled with gooey mixtures and iced in glisteningly pale eat-me colours.
I can only assume that my sugar fast is… well, holding fast! Not that I’m on a complete sugar-free regime at the moment. Just mostly. Still have quarter of a teaspoon in a mug of coffee – note use of the world mug. It’s a big one. Holds about half a pint so a quarter of a teaspoon in that… yeah, I might as well not bother yet bizarrely it does make a difference. I can’t quite bring myself to have it entirely without sugar.
Watched another BBC2 Horizon programme last night about placebos. Apparently they work – you don’t say! But even when you know it’s a placebo. How so? Because you invest pills with the ability to work. You believe so they do. They are in fact sugar pills well what I’m wondering is this… could I convince myself I AM having sugar even if I’m not? Pretend my tea and coffee has sugar added and try to trick my brain into giving me that sugar high I’m missing?
What the body needs
Course some might say that if I am craving something – and constant cake dreams suggest a constant craving – it’s because my body needs it. Needs the energy from sugar. No. That’s not true because the body gets all the energy it needs from the food you eat. You don’t need sugar. It has no nutritional value whatsoever. No, it doesn’t! Don’t look at me like that I am telling you it doesn’t.
We like it because it’s nice. It sets off the pleasure messages in our brain. The side of my head actually glows when I imbibe some sugar and I choose my words carefully. Imbibe is the right one. For me, sugar is like a drug. Which is why I have to try and live without it or I’ll never make this Paleo high protein diet work.
Forbidden fruit in dreams
When I gave up smoking more than 30 years ago – yes, I’m THAT old! – I kept dreaming I was having a cigarette. I’d enjoy it immensely in my dream then wake up and berate myself for going back on it. I’d feel genuinely disappointed and annoyed with myself on waking. So relieved to realise it was but a dream.
So the cake thing is much same. Save I can have a bit of cake every now and then. Just not all the time and not even every week. It’s my birthday next month (don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty notice so’s you can get me something) and I plan to have cake. Champagne too. But not until then. We’ll see how I do.
Enjoy the rest of your week.