Yes, I’m one of those people. Giving something up for Lent when I’m not Christian, or religious in the slightest in fact. But what I am doing is using this time to abstain from a major vice of mine for 40 days and 40 nights, and prove to myself that I have at least one ounce of willpower in my body.
That vice is sugar. I’d say with confidence I have an addiction to the white stuff.
I know, yawn. What a self-indulgent thing to “admit” – you have an addiction to sugar. I would have scoffed at that very sentence a couple of years ago. But after having what can only be described as withdrawal symptoms, which included a mild panic about when I was going to get my next sugary hit I decided today would be the perfect time to overcome it once and for all.
My love for sugar is deep people. We’ve had a volatile relationship since I was a kid, devouring chocolate in bed whilst I read my books and causing me to question the size of my thighs since. I eat sweets and chocolate most days – a family bar of Galaxy became a snack size to me long ago – and yet I’m fascinated with reading how the consumption of sugar affects your hormones and mental state. I eat sweets and chocolate most days, and yet I’m on a never ending battle to lose the Kwik Fit tyre about my middle.
Except, for once, giving up sugar isn’t about losing weight.
It’s about finally following through and succeeding in a challenge I’ve set myself. I’ll be honest, I haven’t done that in a hell of a long time. I gave up smoking six years ago, and haven’t had a single puff on a cigarette since the day I decided enough was enough. I don’t drink alcohol and I don’t do drugs. I also gave up caffeine on my 30th birthday, which was over two years ago and haven’t touched a drop of coffee or red bull since.
Yet I’m unable to give up my biggest vice, sugar.
Every diet I try crumbles at the sight of a Creme Egg. Every gym session is worked out by how many calories I’ve burnt and what chocolate bar that amounts to. When I’ve had a rubbish day at work, the thought of some Malteasers makes the day a little brighter for me. When I’m happy I want to celebrate with some Skittles and a slice of chocolate cake. My emotions are led by Cadbury’s and Rowntree.
I’m the girl that will make up any excuse to fall off the wagon and gorge on a chocolate bar. Trust me, I do it regularly. But I don’t want to be that girl. I don’t want to be the girl who eyes up the last piece of Mint Oreo when everyone in the office already knows you’ve scoffed most of it yourself anyway.
This next 40 days and 40 nights are more of personal mission to gain a stronger willpower, say no to the rich creamy texture of the silk coco and rid my body of something that is currently controlling its proper function.
The overeating of sugar causes your teeth to decay.
The overeating of sugar can cause anxiety.
The overeating of sugar can lead to a fatty liver, and trust me, the liver does so much to rid your body of toxins you do not need that to slow down.
The overeating of sugar can alter your hormones to make you retain fat and become a plumper version of yourself.
Shall I go on? For the all the reasons above, I’m kinda looking forward to the next month and a half. I know it’s going to be tough, really tough actually, but you can follow my journey over on Twitter and Instagram stories.
I’m looking forward to clear skin, a clear body and perhaps a clearer mind.
Are you giving anything up for Lent? What’s your biggest vice?