Detoxification

After two weeks on the road, in Maine and at camp without a scale I had to face the music this morning and get on my scale. The music was bad, really bad, like I was singing badly, and playing the bagpipes at the same time bad. Although I started vacation off OK avoiding my usual sugar and flour I quickly fell off that wagon. I had ice cream and bread and cookies and chocolate and mayonnaise and fried stuff and now. The music is bad.

Some of what I ate was worth it, like the many lobsters or the round top ginger ice cream, but most of the rest of it was not. If I had brought a scale and stood on it after the first two days I think I would have skipped eating most of the stuff I did. I also would have gotten more walking in than I did. But that would have meant sacrificing some of the fun I had or the sitting in a rocking chair needle pointing telling stories with my friends and family.

No crying over spilled milk or sucked up cream in this case, oh yeah, the real fresh cream in my coffee fresh from the cow at camp, or the homemade yogurt that you know was double extra full fat since it was made from the camp cow milk and then the homemade granola with all kinds of nuts and craisins and honey on that yogurt that made you think you were eating healthy, but in fact was more calories than six blue berry pancakes, oh yeah, real maple syrup…

Now I’m home and facing the bad music I created. The first thing I have to do is break myself of the sugar craving in my system. This is a three-day process. I know it, I know it will be bad and I will do my best to stay away from fragile people who might suffer if they come in contact with me during this detoxifying period.

It is a little easier to give up the flour products, that is the ones that are not equal parts sugar and flour. I can stay away from bread and not have it affect my mood. Not like squeezing the sugar from my blood system. I have one methadone like weapon to help break my sugar addiction – Thomcord grapes from Trader Joes and luckily we happen to be in their merciless short season.

First you should know that I get no money from Trader Joes for telling you about these grapes. Second I am potentially derailing my own detoxification plan by telling you all about them because they could sell out, but in order to atone for the eating I did in the last two weeks I must come clean, and ask forgiveness and share my solution.

Thomcord grapes are a cross between Thompson and Concord and have a special sweetness that once your mouth has had it is unforgettable. Last year about this time of year was the first time I had ever tasted this perfect fruit. Then one week later they were gone for the year.

Today I went to the store bought three little boxes and whenever I was feeling any weakness in my stay-away-from-sugar regime I had a grape, or two or twenty two. OK, I’ve had a whole box, but no processed sugar and no flour have passed my lips. Tomorrow the scale will tell if the grapes as substitute are working or just passing the sugar buck on. Please God, let me make it back to where I have conrol.