Showing posts with label Cake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cake. Show all posts

Thursday, 29 May 2014

I am the victim of an addiction.

I have become the victim of an addiction. Just like many addicts, I feel the pressure of the cravings, the constant struggle to make the ‘right’ decisions.
I am the victim of an addiction.

But the addiction isn’t mine. The addiction is sugar and the addiction is everyone else’s and it could be yours too. Let me explain.

Firstly, not everyone is a sugar addict. It just so happens that I am. Ever have a bit of chocolate or cake and need to eat the whole thing? I don’t mean a desire to eat the whole thing, an actual physical craving and absolute need to consume it all once you have tasted the good stuff.

Is one bit ever enough? Is it all or nothing? That is how it is for me. I can’t control how much I do have so I have to control the fact that I don’t or can’t have it.

But it is not my sugar addiction that I am a victim  of – it is everyone else’s. Since I took on Sarah Wilson's I Quit Sugar (IQS) 8 week-detox, I have lost weight, I feel energised and healthy. I don’t have sweet cravings, needs or fixes. My skin is clearer, my energy is high, I am not so tired even if I have a terrible night sleep (a frequent occurrence for me) and I don’t feel the afternoon or mid-morning ‘slump’ – or at least I don’t crash into an abyss without a biscuit or coffee fix.

I feel fabulous and look great – and actually think I look fabulous and great too – a huge achievement for most women to think yet along actually admit to smiling in the mirror in the mornings. Most importantly my body feels more ‘stable’ now that I have a greater control over my blood sugar and insulin levels which means less” super-grumpy-because-I’m-hungry” syndrome.
I am very affected by what I eat and how I treat my body. 

This is a clichĂ© that many people use like ‘the body is a temple’ blah blah blah. But there is a degree of truth in it. However, everyone is very different and treats very differently. Myself – if I ate too much sugar I would hit an energised high, and come crashing down horribly on my sugar comedown. Symptoms include: dizziness, faintness, fatigue, nausea, headaches, tingly limbs and the shakes.

My hunger has decreased and I actually don’t really miss the sweet stuff anymore – finding great sugar-free alternatives and baking with non-sugar sweeteners.

But throughout this healthy change of mine, I have found that I have become a victim of other’s addiction to sugar. Naturally, working in an office there is a lot of sitting down – and even more eating to be had. I have never seen and been offered so much of the sweet treats until I had recently taken up my new role. 

Society has made sugar so integral to our lives that most of us can’t live without it. 

The office appears to be the epitome of this:

  • Some’s baked?
  • Someones birthday?
  • Snacks at work?
  • Morning tea?
  • Afternoon tea?
  • Meeting biscuits?
  • Meeting double chocolate and raspberry cheesecake? (this happened to me last week).
  • Something with your cuppa?
  • Religious festivals/celebrations?


Some answers to the above that I have been offered in the first 4 weeks of working here:

  • Easter eggs
  • Biscuits
  • Banana Bread
  • Jam Donut
  • Fruit Platters
  • Finger sandwiches
  • Coffee cake
  • Cheese and crackers
  • Champagne and wine
  • The double chocolate and raspberry cheesecake as mentioned above.
  • Homemade chocolate and banana muffins


This has turned me into a dishonest and sneaky person – as if I was giving into my sugar cravings and gorging all of these items on the sly, away from normal eyes. The truth is, I am actually hiding my healthy self to my current colleagues by having to accept these items and ‘hide’ them or take them home under the guise of – “I’ll have it after lunch” or “I’ll make a cup of tea to go with it”. 

My partner says they must think I have an eating disorder or something. But these lies are to hide the fact that I am actually experiencing work peer pressure to eat these items and to eat them every time they come around. I have been offered cake with a phrase like “you look like you could do with one of these”. Said in jest, but it hurts still the same – as I am being judged for my healthy choices and my willpower to say “no” to the temptation- something I can never do when I am on a sugar high. 

I have tried to politely refuse, but it has actually gotten to the point where my colleagues are forcing me to take some because “it is just sooo good, you HAVE to try it”. Really, seeing me eat these things or at least take them, justifies their own decisions – of which I have nothing wrong with. 

But I definitely don’t judge those who can and choose to eat these items with “you really don’t need one of those now do you?”. But its ok on the other foot? People have insecurities and weaknesses, or they just damn well love cake – it’s none of my business, so why make my business yours? 

Unfortunately, despite how lovely everyone is, they just wouldn’t understand what I am trying to do for myself and what I have achieved already – and how proud of myself I am for all of this! They would think its a crazy wedding diet and that I am being silly because “I’m so tiny” (I have overheard colleagues discussing how “tiny” I am as if it was a bad thing) – when in actual fact, the wedding is just the first goal to ensure I maintain a happy and healthy lifestyle always. 

It is a lifestyle change in preparation for the wedding and my new married life – not just a crash diet so I can eat lots of cake on the wedding day (which I will still do by the way!)

And this post is just my personal experience - it is not intended to preach or convert anyone. Just an interesting observation I have learnt through doing this trial.

It's funny, it kind of reminds me of the 6 years I was vegetarian. You wouldn't think that there would be much to say as it is so common these days - but funnily enough, everyone appears to have an opinion on the matter. The lengthy discussions that were had about 'how good meat is for you', 'animal rights' etc etc is actually quite fascinating.

Especially when my contribution was always something like " I don't really like meat". Bam. End of conversation. You can't argue with opinion, but you can argue about ethics, values and politics.

But the shoe also goes on the other foot. I've had conversations with vegetarians that can talk "til the cows come back to their happy home' too!

All in all, society needs to respect and recognise that everyone's bodies are very different, react and respond very differently to each other. This means we all have different needs - and  how some people can eat whatever they like and feel fabulous, and others have to be a little bit more controlled over the situation to get the same feeling.

At the end of the day, who doesn't want to wake up feeling fantastic?

Sunday, 6 April 2014

The Wedding 'Mare.



As I sit here munching on my hot buttery raisin toast and earl grey tea, I realise that the 5 month mark has slipped by me without even realising. By 3 days to be exact.

It is this fact and the fact that I didn't realise, that makes me realise that we are on that downward roller-coaster ride to the wedding day. What also solidified this realisation was the start of the wedding nightmares.

This started happening last week - when my subliminal mind must have been trying to tell me that the countdown had begun - as I awoke in a panic realising that I had just lived out my wedding day without any head wear or ceremony decorations. To top it all off, no one ate the cake. The panic set in.

I am reluctant to subscribe to the constant countdown to the wedding day, as this can instil worry, panic, anxiety, pressure, nightmares or all of the above. The pressure that we all put ourselves under for the sake of ensuring it is the most photogenic event ever, to top cousin Bethal's $100k wedding on Hamilton Island with dolphins delivering the rings to the shore*, is getting out of hand.

However, although I am trying to be the 'cool, calm and collected' bride that I would like to be, I am not immune to the wedding nightmares.

The lists of tasks not yet completed, the decisions not yet made, the millions of ideas to sift through and discuss of yet another Pinterest board will definitely reek havoc on your sleep content.


The fact that most wedding guests don't take home their 'gift' or can't recall the flower arrangements on the tables does help to refocus our energies on areas that will actually enhance the day without spending hours or money worrying about the finest details - that will be forgotten in an instant.

I have it on good authority, and from my own experience, that guests always remember the dress, the food, the music selection, that funny moment the flower-girl farts mid-ceremony ** and whether there is a free bar or not. Sometimes the wedding cake is forgotten and left uneaten! As a lover of cake insert - Shock! Horror! here.


What I am constantly trying to remember is perspective. The reason why we are getting married and the journey that it has taken to get us both here.

Having met my gorgeous fiancé in South America, reconnecting in Australia, kidnapping him to Asia, meeting the family back home in England and then jetting off to live in Australia, we realised very early on in our relationship what we wanted our end goal to be. There were so many chances to back out and it would have been easier to do so, but we both know that we would have missed out on an incredible lifetime of happiness.

I think it is a telling sign that the hardest part of a relationship in our situation, is the situation itself, as being together is the easiest part.

So with that in mind it is now 4 months and 27 days until W-Day and I should get back to that list. Just for the record, the chocolate cake will be cut and it will be eaten in multiple slices (and that's just for me!) as nothing says "I love you" more than fabulous cake.

I am sure there will be many more wedding nightmares (like knocking over the wedding cake just like I did at my Mum and Step-dads wedding***) but if that happens, just wake up and make another hot buttery slice of raisin toast with a cup of earl grey tea - but this time, for two.


Much love xoxo


*disclaimer - I do not have any cousins, definitely none called Bethal and this is not a suggestion on how to utilise dolphins in your own wedding.

**disclaimer -This did actually happen at a friends wedding. And it was pretty funny.

***disclaimer -This also happened. Luckily the solid royal icing saved it.


Ps - Thank you for all your kind words of support for my last blog post. It is greatly appreciated and your insight has given me great inspiration for your appreciation.