So as I hit the big 4.0 this year, what is foremost on my mind? Is it the middle-aged spread I’ve been promised? The grey hairs, or the delight at finding a ‘comfortable’ pair of shoes for the Christmas Party? Nope, none of these, it’s the whispering that the end of my libido is nigh, so with that thought firmly lodged I begin to really think about what lifestyle choices I can make to reverse the signs of post 40dom.
I’ve been addicted to sugar since I can remember; from hiding chocolate in my room as a teenager, to raiding my daughter’s party bags. Sugar in all its forms has been leading me astray for far too long. And like any addict, I had to come to my own personal realisation before I was going to commit to quit which I did at the beginning of this year. It’s been a rollercoaster of a journey – there’s been slips and success and it continues to be so – but I got on this train and am resolute not to get off…well for any length of time at any rate.
Whilst hitting the sugar I was always acutely aware that my moods were all over the place. I knew well enough that the sugar was feeding my impressive highs and depressive lows but I thought that it was just part of life, as I wasn’t prepared to give up the good stuff and by 9pm, well I was ready for a good night’s sleep rather than a good night! So finding myself back in the dating game something had to give, and this is how it started, with passion for desire (or maybe a desire for more passion) either way the refined sugar was getting a good kick in the butt from me, well most of the time anyways!