Oh friends. I’ve been sprawled out with my head on the desk for a good portion of the morning. Is this foggy brain exhaustion the result of a raging night of partying last night? Hardly. It is the result of cookies for breakfast.
No amount of Jock Jams this morning has been able to bust the sugar funk. Usually, it is enough to get my booty wiggling in my chair for a few minutes. Today? It’s like hearing the thumping bass of some souped up car from down the street: just noise.
(I literally had to stop here and save this draft for later because I couldn’t keep my eyes open long enough to read what I was typing.)
Back when I first started trying to lose a big chunk of weight, I did the extreme low-carb plan where I eliminated sugar, flour, bread, rice, etc. Protein and veggies were my besties. The first two weeks, I felt completely awful: headache, incredible cravings, irritable. After that though? I had more energy and was magically cured of my self-diagnosed narcolepsy. One day I indulged in a Frappucino, and all of a sudden, it was like someone had turned off the lights and I was operating in the dark. Extreme sluggishness, foggy brain, unable to stay awake. Just like I felt this morning. It shocked me that sugar had that much of an impact on me, especially since I’d been tested nearly every year for diabetes or blood sugar issues without any issues.
I still try to limit sugar because it is what personally makes me feel best. I have enough problems with low energy to complicate things with a sugar coma. This morning though? I wasn’t firing on all cylinders. I woke up and was still half asleep, brewing coffee. I stood staring in the refridgerator for something to eat for breakfast. Then I stared at the freezer and spied a bag of cookies from Trader Joe’s that my husband bought. With complete disregard to how sugar makes me feel, I grabbed them and started munching mindlessly. It was the quick, easy choice, and it was quickly apparent that it was the wrong one. Don’t get me wrong – I have no problems with others who choose to eat sugar – to each their own. For me though? Bad news. Sugar is one of my gateway drugs to binge eating.
Sugar-zombie Emmie reared her ugly head for 4 hours. Almost worse than the zombie symptoms? The beating myself up over a really idiotic choice for the remainder of the day. Hubs has hidden all contraban and I have zero interest in finding it. Lesson re-learned for the 34,232nd time: sugar and I will never be friends.