For Lent I gave up chocolate. I know. I do it every year. (It's the one Catholic thing I still do - give up something for Lent.) But I've been feeling so unbelievably horrible for the past few months, I felt like maybe I needed to take it one step further this year.
On Ash Wednesday I gave up chocolate, severely limited my sugar intake to almost nothing, made the move from vegetarian to vegan, and went through a strip-it-down-to-basics three day detox. (Which coincided with the first day of my period. Excellent timing, no?)
Oh. My. Gosh.
Headaches. Jitters. Hungry. Shakiness. Itchiness. (Seriously. I've been itchy. All over. Or maybe the word is prickly. Or itchyprickly. I guess I'm only assuming it's a reaction to the lack of sugar or other random crap being put into my body. Or my body trying to filter all the built up crap out. In this book - which may or may not be written by a crazy person - it mentions itching as a possible side effect that could happen as you change your eating habit and eliminate things that aren't so good for you. But it could be something really awful that I am choosing to ignore. But I digress.) Not to mention flat out grouchy because I'M NOT EATING ANY SUGAR. It's fun. Really fun. But it will get better, right? (Please say yes.)
And did I mention that I registered for The Big Race? As in the same Big Race in which my participation last year was questionable up till the last minute because of the whole knee thing, but then I ran it anyway and my knee totally imploded after that and has never been the same again, causing me to become a person who runs slowly and usually in some degree of pain. That Big Race. I'm doing it this year. Official training starts in a week. We'll see how that goes, huh?
So, yeah. I've got itchy+cranky+knee pain+no sugar. What does that equal? One great big ball of fun.
(PS - I'm thinking maybe I need to eat some sugar, still. Not a lot. Maybe some toast with jam. Or a granola bar. Or six. And, I'm totally aware that I won't run Big Race anywhere near where I used to. And I'm okay with that. No. Actually, I'm not. But at least I'm aware of it. I'll figure out how to deal with it later. Whatever. I need to find something to eat. That has some trace amount of sugar in it.)