The experiment is over.
The research is done, the facts are in, the jury has handed over a sweaty folded piece of paper over to the judge.
No more sugar for this dude.
At the end of last January, I wrote about my decision to go sugar free. Re-reading it with fresh eyes recently, I still see some of the things now as I saw them then – the “reach” of yet another thing to escape self, the poisonous nature of sugar, a coping mechanism that didn’t seem dangerous at first. And there are some things I see now…things that I needed to see in the light of yet another addiction.
Now, to those who have relapsed with alcohol, this is going to sound frightfully similar here as I itemize my downfall. Shall we go for a ride?
1) I thought that I was doing well, and that a tiny bit of chocolate wouldn’t hurt. I was at work and thought nothing of just taking a small bite (“sample!”) of a truffle. I mean, it had been months of abstinence and certainly one tiny morsel of decadent, rich, delicious, intoxicating, breathtaking, scrumptious, deep, dark, velvety, harmless chocolate couldn’t do any damage, right?
2) I spent a few days sans sucre and hey, that was pretty good, wasn’t it? Ego in check. Nothing to see here folks, move along. Keep your tickets until the end of the ride.
3) Since I was so good at controlling my intake, it was ok to have a bite of pastry, no? And pastry is different than chocolate…we all know that. And hell, if I am going to have one bite, might as well finish the rest. Wouldn’t want to waste food, or be rude.
4) You know, I lost a lot of weight not having sugar, and those first few pounds gained back are really nothing anyway. A muffin here and then, a bowl of cereal before bed, a few Smarties after lunch, and hey, a treat for all my hard work aren’t really a big deal. I ride my bike a lot, so I should be fine.
5) Alright, alright. I like this sugar thing. I know it’s starting to creep up again. But I can moderate it this time. It’s not like before. Hey – I stopped drinking and stayed stopped, OK? I can handle some sweets, yeah? It won’t be like it was last time. Promise.
6) I can stop anytime I want. I am just enjoying life right now. I’ll stop when I need too. Get off my back, alright? I’ll do it before it gets really bad. Now, where are my Butterfingers and cake batter-flavoured frozen yogurt…
7) I need to get off this rollercoaster. My moods are affected. My body is morphing. My sleep is disturbed. My emotions are stalling. I crave when I don’t even want. How did it get to this? How did it go so quickly? Look up OA.
Did you see the lies, the justifications, the rationalizations, the excuses, the fears, the anger, the ego and the pride in there, in that list? I did. You could pour it over pancakes, how thick and luscious those lies were (I might want to start using different analogies here on in). The great myth here, the great unmasking, the great deception is this – that I decided to eat sugar again. That is the fantastic untruth here. That I made a decision. I made no decision at all. It was my addiction’s choice. It was my powerlessness over sugar that made the decision. My ego just wanted to play along and make me think I had some say in it. Kind of sounds like the booze thing all over again, doesn’t it? Ugh.
So I sit in a place where I know that sugar is just another addiction for me. Part of me doesn’t want to admit it, but that part is dying rather quickly. Sure, I am not going to get arrested for having too many Boston Creams in my blood system, but that’s not the point. It’s what the driving force behind it is. It’s the causes and conditions. It’s the coping mechanism machine kicking in again. The clarity that has emerged out of these last few lard-and-molasses-laden weeks is that I don’t have an off switch when it comes to sugar. I don’t have a dimmer in me that can ease things off or shut it down if needed. I have lost the capacity to choose whether I want or not want sweets. The choice is made for me on a regular basis. I’m there for the ride, baby. And I am the one suffering from it.
The things that I see now that I didn’t see when I posted last about this are things that I could only see after going on this spree. The first was that in my first attempt at eliminating sweets, I left the door open to getting back into it. I never swore off for good, nor did I make a pact, other than just don’t have sugar. I mentally kept the back gate open a smidgen. And there’s nothing more an alcoholic of my type likes is to have a smidgen of anything open for negotiation and wiggling out of. I could spread smidgens on French toast (oops, did it again). The second thing I saw was really how much I depended on those sugary distractions, those syrupy sojourns, those cavity-inducing cathartic releases. It was always worse than I made it out to be. In classic alcoholic form, I minimized just how much they took me over. When the heat got too much inside, a few pieces of sugared up fried dough helped cool things down. Lovely.
And, in the way that only the Creator could finagle this, Lisa at Sober Identity started to discuss her detox from several items, including sugar. The timing couldn’t have been better. It was like I was watching myself in the future. She speaks about it in her usual brilliant self – raw when needed, experiential and eloquent always. She speaks of gaining greater clarity through the process and utilizing other support systems in this and other issues. I can see the unfolding of this through her eyes, and yet I realize my path is a different one than hers. Sugar is not alcohol. Sugar is found in many foods. I don’t need alcohol to survive. I do need food to survive. So while I plan to take my 12 step experience to this addiction, I will not doubt need a nutritionist or similar to help me navigate the actual nuts and bolts of doing this. Some rebar to add to the cement, if you will.
It’s actually a sigh of relief, in many way, this sugar thing I am dealing with (“dealing with”? Sounds like I am talking about a teen daughter who won’t come out of her room…yikes). When I first knew I was an alcoholic, at a very gut level way, there was almost a perverse but palpable joy in it. I was something…finally. I had felt like a nothing all my life, so to feel that I had something to hang my hat on, even if it was being a lush, was something to almost be thankful for. In the same way, I feel like I have something else to buoy myself up on here. It’s a step in the right direction, a new path forged with the usual pitfalls and joys that only addicts and alcoholics know. But I will have the strength and power that comes from the Creator and knowing that I have done this before…and yet am totally new to it.
Clarity. Growth. Perspective. A new outlook on life. For this alcoholic, these don’t come from self-help books or reading inspirational quotes all day on Twitter. It comes from marching through tough stuff. Stepping on a few nails wearing worn down moccasins. Stepping on a rake smacking your face slapstick type nonsense. Getting ugly and snotty and facing the things that make you want to run to Home Depot and wrap yourself in Teflon sheets and bury yourself in unicorn shavings. But out of all that comes the sense that the True Self blossoms out of that manure. That the more the Old Self dies, what was meant to be surfaces and we fill that old void with Goodness, Oneness to one’s self and the Creator. Big Love stuff going on.
All from letting go of what doesn’t serve us.
And just because I have been down the path before doesn’t necessarily make it easier. It does makes it a lot more interesting, though.
Blessings, y’all.
There’s that part of my brain that whines, “No. No! We already gave up wine! Not cookies too!” But then there’s that logical part that knows how shitty sugar makes me feel- much like booze, just without the big bang. I just read this great book recently called “It Starts With Food” that gives you some science behind the eating. The cookbook that goes with it (“Well Fed”) is also great. Both worth buying. I wonder at why we are so resistant to feeling good? How come there’s a need for punishment? For doing things that make you feel bad? (like eating waaaaayyyyyy too much ice cream) Bad in the head and bad in the body. I really related to this one. Cheers my friend. 🙂
thanks for this suggestion Amy! I’m going to look into it too!
I may have used a few of those excuses myself…for everything. Fantastic work. As always. Concise, insightful, honest and funny. Doesn’t get any better than that.
More power to you, pal. Managed to ween myself off the sugar meself. It got pretty ugly there for a bit. Putting my pants on (with some difficulty) at 11;30 at night to drive to the gas station and pick up a little something, You know. Keep my party rolling.
Why does this sound so familiar?
Anyway, I had to eliminate flour, and most other grains, with the deal. And while at first, that seemed to be heaping even more onto the pyre of my self-sacrifice, it actually helped. Flour is bullshit. At least to my glycemic index. A few pieces of toast or oatmeal in the morning made my sugar spike, then crash. And when it crashes…watch out mofo! I’m ripping into a package of Hohos while waiting in line to pay.
Now I eat a lot of protein, vegetables, and fats. Loads. And guess what. Lost the sugar cravings completely. No joke. I really leaned out too. Back to hovering around my fight weight, which is around 195.
I don’t know if this diet would work for everybody. Just relaying my experience, hope, and jaw-dropping strength. Ha.
Remember my e-mail about Lori? Well she’s also added kicking sugar to her list. We’ve become a 48-Step household. I’m telling you, I get winded from all the climbing.
Speaking of climbing to ever higher summits, weren’t you going to get back into martial arts? Or was that just a message I received through some angelic intelligence?
Oh, btw, I still slip. Now and then, I’ll have a little sweet treat. Just because I’m powerless and shit. But God is nice enough to make me feel physically miserable when I do. So that helps.
Oh, I’m still rolling around an answer to your last comment over at Trudge Inc. I want it to be good.
Ah, my dear friend, I wish you success in this new challenge. Don’t be hard on yourself if you replace it with another compulsion. I just don’t find too many of us that don’t trapeze to some other “hobby.” Think of it as expanding your addiction horizon. Who knows what the next kick will be? Maybe stamp-collecting. Maybe just walking the earth as an enlightened divine being. Either one will make you lose a bunch of friends.
It doesn’t matter. You’ll make knew ones.
You won’t lose me though. I don’t judge. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a few fat rails of unicorn shavings sitting on this mirror, just waiting to be snorted. Nothing in the Big Book about that.
Ah, maybe you’re right. Maybe I should just keep a void for now. Let Universal Goodness fill it, however It chooses.
There really is big Love stuff going on. You help prove that to me. All the time.
Marius
It’s pretty incredible the link between alcohol and sugar. On the team I lead and participate on, when many of us give up alcohol, we crave sweets. I admire you for kicking this habit now. I guess for someone like me, that will come once I have a handle on making sure the alcohol is conquered. What we put into our bodies can make or break us – that’s for sure drinks and eats… Thanks for sharing your insights!
You make a good point about seeking help from a nutritionist (or someone like that). Just like with alcohol, it’s not enough that we abstain. We have to figure out why we’re making the choice in the first place. I had to go on an anti-inflammation diet for health reasons and found that I craved sugar less when my I ate whole foods and exercised. If I had cut out sugar without committing to changing the rest, the craving would’ve been overwhelming. When I stopped drinking, I worked on my whole self too. You have great clarity! Best wishes to you!
Eerily well timed post since I announced last night to my husband that I was going back on the no-dessert wagon. I only half feel it in my heart, but the pounds are creeping on again. Life may seem too short for no-dessert, but for me it’s too short to go through this bullshit cycle the rest of my life. The anxiety, guilt, bingeing, guilt, anxiety, ad nauseum. I could relate to every single one of your phases. Plus, hey, also seeing firsthand how giving in makes getting back on track that much harder. Just like I’ve heard people say about alcohol relapse, go figure. This is a different battle, but maybe we are making progress. I’ve no intention of giving up either.
Don’t know where I am on this… I don’t have sugar in tea or coffee – however I don’t normally have diet drinks, but I don’t mind Coke Zero and Pepsi Max – the problem is in restaurants/bars it is rarely that but the awful saccharine laden “diet” versions.
Hmm… I eat too many muffins in coffee shops and too many chocolate biscuits and bars.
For me I think I should endeavour to cut down a bit more not totally – also fruit has a lot of natural sugar so there is a tricky one, cut out fruit? But that is good for you…
At least the sugar associated with alcohol is no longer a worry!
Interesting I should read this today because I have started to have these same thoughts about my caffeine consumption. I don’t drink pop and I rarely drink tea. Coffee is my downfall. Nothing wrong with it, right? It’s legal and all. Then, I went for a medical test last week — one of those where they ask me not to have caffeine before it. Wow! My little obsessive mind couldn’t wait to get out of there and get my triple-shot latte.
Oh gawd.. sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar. Everyone is talking about it, everyone is wondering about it, everyone is struggling with it. Or so it seems. Me too. Like BBB I think it’s a bullshit cycle and one that I am seemingly going around and around….boring boring boring but I do have to get back on top of it and watch it… sigh. I dunno.. a part of me just thinks we should chill the fuck out as we’ve done the big brave amazing thing in getting sober.. so shouldn’t we just cut ourselves some slack? Ok ok.. I know… no harm in always trying to be the best we can be and yes.. too much sugar – especially big binges like I’ve been having lately (5chocolatetoffeebiscuitsinbed) is dysfunctional behavior..must stop. Great post.xxxx
Thanks for the post. You really did have a sugar relapse! It’s interesting how similar addictions can be. Since quitting drinking I have definitely craved more sugar. At this point (70+ days) I’m allowing myself to enjoy it, but I know it could easily become a replacement addiction.
Also, randomly enough, my hubby’s acupuncturist to him to cut down on sugar and this weekend he had a cupcake after a few drinks at a party. He told me it made him feel drunk!
Okay, so apparently we all need to join the “no sugar club” because it seems to be a BIG issue for us drunks! I say this after I just finished some gelato and leftover cake which I didn’t even really want but it’s there so why not eat it? Ugh! I never even liked sweets until I stopped drinking. There’s no excuse – I need to do something about it too. Thanks for the inspiration Paul – I think! Haha!
This is my first time reading your blog. I thank lose da boose for pointing me in your direction.I have not yet joined belles 100 day challenge. But I will next month after my vacation. I love the way you write. When ever I stop drinking I always put myself on a diet.
My drink of choice was a blue berry beer, which has 300 calories a beer. That is an egg mcmuffin, and often I would have 3 beers!
anyway. Thank you for such a great blog.
bizi
Man, oh man! This post, OA, sugar addiction, finding comfort in food!! I hated and loved this whole post. I read it but not as thoroughly as I should have. I don’t know if it happens to you, but to me, when I know something resonates in a confrontational way, I kind of dodge it: I try to evade it, I don’t like seeing myself in that situation, it’s uncomfortable… it’s not pretty. Reading this, it happened. I need to come back tomorrow and read it more carefully. Sorry for this rant here!
Did you know that tomorrow, June 5, is National Gingerbread Day? Just sayin’.
I loved to hate this post. I’m happy for you that your this far along but I’m not ready to give it up yet.
Moonbeam Soberrella
I have to confess that I used to sit in AA meetings with a not-so-sympathetic ear when I heard members talking about sugar addiction. I’ll be totally honest and say that I though they were just moaning for the sake of it and dare I say it ‘attention seeking’. Wasn’t it enough to be addicted to alcohol?
And then it happened to me….. Years into recovery, I had been through a pretty difficult time and I started to crave. Not alcohol. Sugar. And I couldn’t get enough of it!
Suddenly it was like I was in the grip of my alcohol addiction but this time it was chocolate. And I did try to justify it by saying it wasn’t doing me or anyone any harm compared to drink. But the bottom line was that I had to get it under control just like the drink.
I could relate to so much of what you shared here!
My answer was to cut out chocolate, sweets, biscuits altogether and stick to a healthy eating plan with lots of fruit and veg. I know this makes me sound a bit ‘holier-than-thou’ 🙂 but it works for me!
Paul, you’re killing me! Like Erika, I both loved and hated this post. You are hitting me where it hurts. Like many of the other commenters, I have put down the mind-altering substances, but picked up the body-altering ones. You will see a post from me about this, probably tomorrow. Also, I am a little slow to comment, and I have finally figured out why! I follow you, but your posts show up in my reader, so if a lot of other people post on the same day you do, I sometimes lose you in the mix. This cannot happen, as I hang on your every written word, so I will now make sure I receive an email notification for all of your thought-provoking posts! Good luck on the sugar-free bandwagon, I will be following your progress, and hopefully it will inspire some progress of my own!
PS… the comment by mariusgustaitus was so wonderful, does he have a blog? I tried to link over to him, but couldn’t find it. If you have a way to connect me, I would love to follow him…
Oh god, sugar! Yes it’s everywhere! I have to say that I seemingly am able to control my sugar intake, which I find really weird since I know it is addictive and I know I eat more when I am stressed out. But I can put it down, take it or leave it, watch people eat it while I drink water and bake cookies and cupcakes and not have a single one. Hmmm… So strange since none of that I can do when it comes to drinking. I was actually telling a friend about this the other day; I can diet too and I can moderate my coffee and soda, no problem! Now can I cut it all out …. Nope, negative, cannot do. I too feel like I did this huge thing, I quit drinking dag it, and I just can’t quit everything. But i have other addictive behaviors that make my head spin… but thats another post! lol! But I sure admire you! You are so right, this is part of being good to ourself, something that was none existent in my previous life! Thanks Paul!
i just started to write “Don’t hate me for not having a sweet tooth,” but the more i think about it, maybe i don’t have a problem with sugar because i’m not trying to stop! i do eat it quite a bit…