Well, where do I start?
Things have been busy. That’s possibly part of the reason I quit writing about my “kicking” the sugar eight-week goal as soon as I met it.

What happened after?
I’m glad you asked. Quitting sugar was the best thing I ever did. As a 22-year-old woman I was completely hooked by the white stuff and I didn’t even know.
The day I decided I was bettering my health, the day my mind allowed me to drive through the challenges thrown at me. There were a lot of them and most of them were wielded by my mind and the people closest to me.
But I have to say I’ve succeeded.
After I finished my eight-week challenge I stuck to my “no sugar” trial not just for a few more weeks but for years. Apart from the occasional dark chocolate (my weakness), or mouthful of cake at a wedding, I never looked back.
It was easy.
It was a lifestyle change. If you don’t buy crap, you don’t eat it. If you become more conscious about what you put in your body, your body will love you back.
I’m not a hard-out, dedicated human either. Over the last four years I have frequently bought gym memberships for an entire year only to hammer it in the first three months and just about stop completely. I pick up hobbies and drop them again. I always tell myself I’ll start that project, tomorrow. I’m human.

Avocado, salmon and eggs? Yes, please.
There have most certainly been occasions when it was easier to pick up a heavily iced slice of finger-bun from the shared office snack table than go for the grapes, cheese and biscuits.
I can tell you though not only is that little voice, called cravings, irritating when it comes back to haunt me but that stuff just makes me feel like crap. A few days off the band wagon and the fat on my stomach re-appears. YES, that quickly! My skin begins to break out in pimples, the tiredness is back. My will to live …
But kicking the white stuff for good was different. I can see the benefits every day I do it. I imagine it’s probably how a reformed smoker feels after never wanting a cigarette ever again.
And, yeah I’m totally going to liken eating sugar to smoking because I know how addictive it is.
Even now when I allow myself that slice of grandma’s cake, an innocent bowl of ice-cream, or a biscuit to go with my tea a little voice inside my head always speaks up after the final mouthful. It yells incessantly at my body: “Why don’t you just have another slice? You’re not hurting anyone, you know you like it. You only live once. F@#$ it!”.
STEP AWAY FROM THE CAKE! Put that fork down and calmly remind yourself how you felt before you bypassed the junk isle.
They call it “junk” for a reason. And I was fed-up with polluting my body of what heavily-marketed, multi-billion-dollar companies were telling me was good for me.
My body knew better and it still does.

The sweet life, no sugar added.
Where am I know?
For some reason I was compelled to look at my blog today. I didn’t even know it was my four year anniversary from the day I opened the account.
I wanted to reflect on those first moments when I was enlightened to a different, better lifestyle – for me.
Words like lethargic, sick, moody and frustrated jump from the pages of my early posts. I can happily say that none of those ailments bother me as much as they used to.
I still refer to Sarah Wilson and, now, a plethora of others for knowledge or just a gentle reminder of why I need to stop and remember to love me.
Life is busy. I work more hours than I ever have in my life. I exercise, even in the smallest way, every day. No lethargy letting me down anymore.
And I love my sleep, so much. You know, I never realised how much sugar affected my sleeping habits until I stopped? It’s about 50-times worse than any coffee buzz I’ve had to reckon with.

Roast vegetable wrap with Greek yoghurt for the body, a good book for the mind.
I’ve been living.
When I kicked the white stuff, it freed up my mind, body and spirit to just get on with what I wanted to do. Nothing is holding me back now and it shouldn’t hold anyone else back either.
I moved from Australia to New Zealand last year and while I was confronted with some dietary changes because everything is so expensive here I’ve stuck with what I know and have shared a bit along the way.
Over the weekend I climbed Mt Robert in Nelson Lakes National Park on the South Island and I never felt better. You can read about my outdoor adventures on my other blog: Trailblazing.
Every day I come across someone who is screaming out for a change. You don’t have to look anywhere else but to yourself. That’s what I learned.
Arm yourself with knowledge. “Knowledge is power.” –– James Murray.

It’s about the little things. Do what makes you happy.



