So..less than a week to go on my 30 day refined sugar Fast…6 sweet days, all sugar free of course, to cleanse my body and Spirit…..and I can’t say I am sorry.
It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed being a No Sugar Nazi, (disappointed there are no uniforms to accompany the role), it’s more I am keen to see if I have actually changed..in what and how my culinary desires are. I can’t deny the prospect of my beloved chocolate prezls or peanut M&Ms coming once again to Mama enthrals me – but I really don’t want to gorge on them or use them as comfort ever again..but will I be strong enough?
The point of this wee challenge, if Mt Everest is considered wee, is to de-clutter my body from all the rubbish that refined white stuffs contain – I have given up white rice/bread/pasta too – all the chemicals and additives mean that my physical body has a lot more work to do and , as I am on powerful medication and use a wheelchair to get about, I think it already under some stress. As a 50+ now, I really want to ensure my body is up for any challenges I throw at it, after all, worldwide skidoo travel and wheelchair bungee jumping require stamina!
Its not just my physical – would giving up the nasty white stuff affect my Faith relationship? I have a real desire to go deeper into my Spiritual walk with the God of all Creation..surely I better be as Spiritually fit as a Spiritual fiddle?
Well, 24 days in I can confirm, I am certainly more Spiritually active. Every day I am seeking God on decisions I would probably plough on with myself..( without ever having actually owned a plough!)..stopping to listen to His Voice..God seems to actually CARE how I spend the 24 hours He gives me daily..imagine that!
I like to get up in the morning, or afternoon if I am having a bad day..which is about 80% of the time, and come straight to the Bible..to read the Word is like giving my soul the very best of grainy , brown, organic, seedy, fresh grown Goodness..seriously, something inside me responds to the written Word of the Bible- the stories, poems,. Prayers, songs, adventures, Wisdom, advice, correction, LOVE that is inside. I don’t think I have ever “bothered” God as much as I am now – the Almighty doesn’t have a day without me pestering Him about something..and, when I stop and listen, He is ALWAYS speaking..I think this Fast is really helping with that. Not that God couldn’t or wouldn’t speak to me when I was inhaling the white stuff, ( I hope any drugs related police will read my whole blog rather than that last line..haha, line, this is the joke that just keeps growing..ahem, concentrate Lorna..Concentrate..) of course He did – it’s just that i was often bloated on food or stuffed with additives and too stuffed physically to care Spiritually – I don’t understand the connection scientifically, I just know that I really am growing in my closeness, my living, breathing closeness to God..WOW..actual WOW!!!!!!!!! With this in mind, why would I clog up the process by eating the rubbish I used to?…..hhmmmmm
Of course one of the reasons I would cave in to the cravings is smell. Not mine, the aforementioned refined stuff. I never realised how powerful a pull white bread or chocolate twists or danish pastry had on me till i did this Fast. Every time I go into a coffee shop or even supermarket, my nose twitches like Samantha out of Bewitched with a cold. It is a real challenge to deny my watery mouth just a wee morsel of illicit loveliness..ok, ok, so I failed at Ice Cream Gate..but there was mitigating circumstances..eh, I just can’t think of them…So, day 24 and as I type this in my favourite coffee shop, ( with no chocolate on my coffee and most definitely no cake..remarkable though the fudge prezl slice looks) I am glad in equal measures..glad I am a mere 6 days away from being able to eat some of the foods and sweets I am really missing..but also glad that through denying myself these things, I feel leaner and more aware..so..double win or double lose..I just know its day 24 and I am a happy bunny..just not the one that produces a gazillion chocolate eggs for the masses..( not the Masses as in the Catholic services …the masses as in lots of people, whew, I really have a gift for this double meaning malarkey don’t I? )
So..I sense , with all my physical and Spiritual awareness, that it is time to stop typing, post this, have another coffee..and hope you like it enough to press the wee button or , even better, leave a nice comment…go on, you know you want to…..you’ll be burning calories…