It’s been seven days and going (somewhat) strong. I have been craving sugar. I mean bad. If the ice cream truck drove by my house every day I’d be chasing after it and mugging the driver for every scoop of ice cream he was worth. I’m not even an ice cream junkie. Until now. This is dangerous territory. Whatever loss in calorie intake I was going to gain by not drinking, is precariously close to being lost to nightly bowls of ice cream. I do not need to be a blimp by the end of this project. That would not define success for me. It would simply be replacing one treat with another.
I did some research and sure enough, this is a real thing. Zillions of pages of the Internet are devoted to the perils of replacing alcohol with copious sugar consumption. “Research suggests there may be a biological connection between having a sweet tooth and an alcohol abuse problem. For example, a study of more than 300 children found that those with a heightened preference for sugary foods and beverages were more likely to have a family history of alcoholism.” I don’t have any immediate family who were alcoholics but I do have an uncle and some cousins who have struggled with it. They say it’s in the genes. I’m not sure if this can be proven 100%, I would think it would be part behavioral, part genetic. But then I’m no expert on the subject.
Nevertheless, the cravings should come as no surprise to me. There is a lot of sugar in alcohol (.75g in one glass of Cabernet - it could be worse!) and sugar releases dopamine into brain, whether it takes the form of a glass of red wine or a chocolate brownie. Dopamine is of course Pleasure Central and makes you feel all nice, warm and wobbly. Serotonin levels increase too when you drink, which also is a mood enhancer.
The sleep is still going well I’m happy to report. I haven’t noticed many other changes physically other than this cloying yen for sugar. But I’m putting methods in place to combat its scourge, I hope. I broke down and bought Skinny Cow lowfat ice cream bars (I am in theory against anything that claims to be ‘low fat’ because I think it’s usually filled with other junk worse than sugar). But in this case, I’ll make an exception because at 150 calories a pop it’s better than 300+ calories for a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s.
I am about to go and work with my trainer. I figure the amount of money I’m saving on bottles of wine can easily be funneled towards healthier pursuits. One of those being getting back into some badass shape. Time to go work on my deadlifts!
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