I’m pudgy. It’s no secret. My BMI says I should weigh about 140 pounds. That’s nice…let’s be that. But dropping weight is not easy when you have a mild addiction to Sixlets and Mexican Coke.
I started a journey. I’ve decided to chronicle my “No Sugar November”, mostly for me but if anyone pops across this blog and finds humor in it, that’s cool too. I guess the main reason to jot down the insanity of this month of no sugar is so that if I die, forensics doesn’t have to do too much research.
Days One and Two: Let me just say this: I’m a complete and total ass for bragging about being able to do this. I’m not a strong person. I have zip for will power. Remember that scene in Top Gun when the CDR says “Your ego’s writing checks your body can’t cash”? Yeah, that would be me and my big, fat, non-ducklipped mouth.
I attempted one of those outdoor camps (they swear they’re not like crossfit, but they are so like crossfit without the gym). How hard can it be to work out for 60 minutes? That’s only like 3,600 seconds and I have taken NAPS longer than 60 minutes…I have stamina. I’m not going to lie: I felt every, single one of those godforsaken seconds. I pulled muscles that were foreign to me, I didn’t know there were 50+ different kinds of ab workouts but we’re going to do them all, oh HOORAY!
Starting a no sugar diet after 30 years of addiction and attempting to crossfit your way to health on the same day is a recipe for disaster. I figured I’d be able to see an ab that evening, but I wasn’t prepared for the aftermath.
I couldn’t pee. Oh, the kidneys and bladder function, yes. But the ability to drop trow and release the pee wasn’t there. I couldn’t squat to sit on the damn toilet. I could barely use my fingers to unbuckle my pants. I stood there, in the stall, dancing back and forth on my toes because I know for a FACT I’m about to wet myself. I would cry, but I have no liquid in any other location of my body except in my bladder.
It gets worse. I begin to hallucinate. Not the fun “I’m on drugs” hallucinate, but the “giant bugs are swarming my face in my sleep!!” hallucinate. Ever had that? Trust me, you don’t want it. I also have found myself dumbstruck at times. Like looking down at my hand while I was driving I swore that I’d put my ring on inside out. Let that sink it. I was certain that I put on a RING INSIDE OUT.
I can’t sleep. I can’t stay awake. And now I’m creeping up on Day Three. I can’t remember my children’s names….and then I realized I don’t have children….