Sugar makes me shit

And by that, I mean in terms of general lethargy and uselessness (as well as, um, y’know..)

I have recently made the disappointing discovery that my body just doesn’t do well with sugar. Although being on this health kick generally means that I’m having barely any at all, and then having a colossal extinction burst at the weekend and eating (probably) my body weight in the sweet stuff. Almost immediately, my mood changes, and I sort of just give up for the day.

Every day after work I walk home, then hit the gym. If on (typically) a friday afternoon the department next to mine break out the Millie’s Cookies and I get stuck in, within about 15 minutes something about my body changes, and walking home is the last thing I want to do. And the gym plan gets thrown right out the window. Once I’ve had a bit of sugar (or sugar and fat, aka the devil) all I can think about is having more, and going out and working out will just get in the way of that, and so I’m usually desperate to cancel plans and go home and eat.

I went out for dinner with some of my best friends the other day, and as you walk into the restaurant, you have to walk through their in-house grocery-slash-bakery, and a huge wooden table of freshly baked treats. As we entered, I caught sight of a very gooey looking chocolate cake, and then couldn’t get it out of my head all night. As we waited for another girl to join us, I was getting antsy because any delay meant I had to wait longer to get my cake. It genuinely pushes any other thoughts out of my head, and all I can concentrate on it getting my hands on that sugar.

The dinner was lovely, and as soon as we’d paid I hurried over to buy the cake before we left. The very same cake that I went home, ate in bed and then sweated out and couldn’t sleep as a result of. An all round disaster of a decision really.

So, now that I know that sugar makes me a crappy person – why do I keep eating it? Why do I not just save myself the hardship (and sore stomachs) and just avoid it in the first place. Answers on a postcard, please.