Hi, my name is Kelsbells and I’m a sugar addict.

Hi, my name is Kelsbells and I’m a sugar addict.

I’ve written about being an addict before, and trying to give it up, but I now find myself 6 months later still addicted and 8kgs heavier. I’m back to a weight I swore I would never be at. To say that I’m disappointed would be an understatement. I’m disgusted, furious and more. I’m back to having cellulite on my legs, wobbly bits, and a gut.

I want it gone.

So this time I’m doing it the right way. I downloaded the book The Sweet Poison Quit Plan (a recommendation from some friends on twitter), I have a greater understanding of exactly where I can find sugar and in what foods, and I have myself a support network. Both C and I are going through this process together, so that when we’re struggling we each can turn to each other.

Phase 1 of sugar free - cleaning out the cupboard

The sorry state of our cupboard after removing anything containing sugar

I have the choice of going through this in private, or blogging my way through this challenge. I chose to blog about it in the hope that others thinking of going through the same process will be able to see and understand what goes on, and hopefully start their own progression to breaking the addiction. In fact, the author of one of the blogs that I read, Suger Coat It, also details her own process of giving up sugar. It was she who inspired me to start this process, although I doubt she knows it. I didn’t realise it was possible, and it implanted the seed in my mind. I mentioned it on twitter, got pointed in the direction of the book, and here I am today.

So it’s my turn to share it with you all.

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5 things I have learned while having a sore back

Early Saturday morning I managed to hurt my back in the most pathetic method known to mankind. I was painting my toenails, twisted a little and POP! Instant pain. I knew this girly business of makeup and nail polish was overrated!

As a result, I missed out on a Hen’s party that night since I was hunched over like a grandma (with a dirtier mouth), and I wouldn’t have been much fun. The entire weekend was spent pretty much doing nothing, and I don’t do well doing nothing. Thankfully C was home to keep me entertained, otherwise I think I would have ripped my hair out. As it was, I did end up plucking a bit of hair out, but not from me. My black dog had managed to get some white hairs, and they were bugging me.

Please don’t call PETA.

During the weekend, I got the chance to learn some things that had never been quite apparent to me before now.

  • Despite having a sore back, our couch is still amazingly comfortable
  • The toilet is not
  • It’s amazing how heavy a frying pan or laptop can be when it hurts to stand straight
  • It’s amazing how much of a pussy you feel when you realise you just thought the frying pan was heavy
  • It’s not fun explaining to people that you hurt your back from painting your toenails. I’ve made a mental note that in the future I will  be telling people I hurt myself jumping out of a plane while wrestling a great white shark with my feet. Oh yeah, hardcore (I will also leave it up to people to figure out how a great white came to be in the sky).

What’s the silliest injury you’ve ever had?

52 in 52: Run 100kms over the course of the year

Running 100km was challenge no. 5 of my 52 things in 52 weeks challenge.

I've run over 100kms This challenge is done and dusted!! Over the course of this year I ran 139km over a span of 32 runs, an average of 4.3km per run. Not bad! I’m only disappointed in one thing – that I’m not able to run at the moment. A combination of hurting my ankle a few weeks ago and post-lumpectomy means that it’s definitely out of the cards for this week, but I’m seeing the physio on Saturday and will see when I can get back to running. I’d love it if he said straight away. I think I crossed the magic 100km number somewhere along the course of the fun run Bridge 2 Brisbane, which is pretty cool. I’m glad to say that my pace had definitely improved by the end, where for most of the Bridge 2 Brisbane I was averaging 6.5mins. Given it’s been so long since I last ran I wouldn’t be surprised if I was back to the 8mins mark though, urgh! Maybe next year I should set the challenge for 200km?

Results from my detox

Detox

Over the weekend I did a 48 hour detox. In reality I only managed to last a total of 30 hours, though it was still long enough that I saw substantial results.

As I said in my original post when I was planning for the detox, it wasn’t ever about losing weight. Yet over 30 hours I managed to lose 3.5kgs, which was most visible from my stomach. I also feel like I’ve lost some bloating from around my chin, and while I stated those results weren’t my primary focus I’m definitely not complaining.

Most importantly, my energy is back. That is HUGE.

MY ENERGY IS BACK!

I am waking up at a good hour of the morning again without feeling like I’m hung over. I want to get out of bed and do some exercise. I’m not a write off by 10pm at night. I feel much better than I have in a long time. If you’re thinking about doing a 48 hour detox for the reason of energy levels alone, I would 100% recommend it.

As for the experience of the detox, it was tough. Very tough. I never felt “hungry” as such, every time my stomach had a bit of a grumble I just drank some more juice which instantly made it go away. When I was following the instructions to the letter and constantly sipping 250ml of juice over a 3 – 4 period, the hunger was non-existent.

By far the hardest part was missing the physical action of eating. This completely agrees with my suspicion that I overeat purely because I enjoy the action of eating. I don’t need the food for sustenance purposes, I want it for psychological purposes. Having seen that demonstrated so clearly to me it will (hopefully) help me with my future dieting endeavors.

I was incredibly tired too. Whether that was from being post-surgery or part of the detox process I don’t know. I probably spent about 5 – 6 hours tops out of bed each day. I had mid-morning naps and afternoon naps, as well as incredibly long sleeps overnight. As a result, I would recommend doing a detox on a weekend when you’re not expecting to be busy.

I also had a headache the entire weekend. I was able to deal with it all of Saturday and most of Sunday, until it grew to the point that my head was throbbing and I ran the risk of it becoming a migraine. I finally gave in, rang my friend for an official ruling that I wasn’t “copping out”, and got the approval to go and take a nurofen plus. This also meant that I had to eat, since taking those tablets without eating makes me physically ill. Within half an hour the headache was gone, and eating a couple of pieces of toast felt better than orgasming (only for that short time, on a regular basis sex still wins easily). Hence why I only lasted the 30 hours, but I couldn’t have been more glad that it was over and done with.

In essence, I paid nearly $40 for 1L of juice, but holy shit that juice worked. If you’re thinking about detoxing, do it (though for legal purposes I’m going to say consult a doc first so you don’t sue me if you get sick). C will be doing it in a few weeks, and it will be interesting to watch someone else go through the process. I know that I will think about adding this to my diary as an annual thing though – the odd liver clean out certainly can’t hurt!

Last week my boob got sliced open

Robo-boob

I mentioned a few weeks ago that I had some breast lumps that had been detected and required  removal. Last Friday I underwent a lumpectomy, where they surgically remove the lumps from my chest and send them off for testing.

The first part of the procedure was conducted under the guidance of an ultrasound machine, where the doctor inserted a wire into each of the lumps (or as close to it as possible). This helps to pinpoint where the lumps are when they later perform the surgery to remove them. First I had a local anesthetic to numb the area, then using a big needle the wire is inserted. The needle is removed, however the wire remains in place until the surgery. The photo above shows the side of my breast where the wires have been inserted (hidden by the patch) and taped in place to the side of my body.

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