I went to my Doctor recently.
No, this time I did not take my daughter and she did not Snap Chat my lady bits.
I went to her in order to discuss my weight, something that has plagued me my whole life.
I wanted my Doctor to give me a quick fix. To shine a light into my ears, down my throat, under my arm pits and then write a prescription that would prevent me from eating.
Boom… 40 lbs lighter in two days!!
Doctors can do that right?
Apparently they don’t have a prescription that does that.
(I still think they do).
My Doctor sat across from me and looked at my Tim Horton’s coffee cup and said, “what’s in your coffee?”
It’s totally healthy, yo! “Two milk, one sugar.”
“And how may of those do you have a day?”
“Maybe two or three?”
And then she dropped the hammer.
“You are done with unhealthy sugar. Sugar is a drug for you and you are an addict. You are done putting sugar in your coffee, you are done with sweets. If you continue down this road you will become a diabetic.”
Now this is the part where, in the past, I would have generally agreed to appease my Doctor, my friends, my family, my husband, etc.
But for some reason this time I heard her.
I really heard her.
I listened as she educated me on how to cut portions in half, sneak in exercises, and cut calories.
I heard her when she spoke to me about healthy and unhealthy foods, what to eat, when to eat.
And I wanted this change.
That was three weeks ago.
I have cut sugar out of my diet for THREE WEEKS.
I have cut my portions in half, exercised, drank all the water in all the land, cut my coffee (black) intake to one a day, and drink peppermint tea.
I have more energy, I’m happier, I’m not as sluggish as I once was.
And you know what??
I’ve lost 9 pounds!
Sugar is my heroin.
But every time I say no thank you, choose a healthier option, or walk away I remind myself that it goes into the pile of fat I didn’t put on my body.
One step away from diabetes or heart failure.
There really is no quick fix.
There’s just determination.
And I have a shit ton of that!