Hello humans. je m’appelle Ciaran Callam and I’m a sugar addict. For as far back as I can remember I’ve been literally, irrefutably and undeniably addicted to the sweet tasting white poison we all love to cram into our food. I can’t bear to think about how much money I’ve spent on candy, chocolates, and other forms of junk throughout my life because I know it’s a figure that would horrify me to see written on paper. You see; I’ve spent countless hours gorging my face on delicious carcinogens and while I’ve got to admit that these form some of the happiest memories of my life, the fact remains that I am addicted and that something desperately needs to change. I’ve done a lot of research into the harms of sugar and now that I know just how toxic it is to my health, I can’t justify putting it into my body anymore. There’s also the fact that I’ve been feeling the negative effects of having sugar in my diet for a few years now.  Whenever I eat sugary things, my thoughts and memory get hazy as all hell, my hayfever kicks into 5th gear, I feel physically sick and my vision actually deteriorates. Tis time for a change; so for the next 30 days I’m going cold turkey to once and for all beat my lifelong sugar addiction.

Wish a brother luck!

Day number 5

It’s Christmas Eve and yours truly has been in Birmingham with family for the last two days depriving himself of anything remotely tasty. And I’ll tell you something for nothing, you don’t realise how just many foods are laden with sugar until you try and get off the stuff. It’s bloody ridiculous. Pretty much any and everything that isn’t meat and vegetables is off the menu for yours truly and it truly makes his blood boil. What also doesn’t help is that my parents’ kitchen is packed to bursting point with cakes, candy, sodas, chocolates, cookies, ice cream and just about every other snack you might want to have lovingly caress your taste buds. You know; all the stuff you need to ensure a very merry Christmas and set off the festive period in style.

Now don’t get me wrong, I clearly brought all of this on myself and have nobody to blame but the man in the mirror but it still sucks. I just keep telling myself that Christmas is by far the hardest time of the year to pull off something like this and that if I can do it now then I know I’ll be set for life. I also know that it’ll give a brother a huge sense of accomplishment and a boost to his self esteem to see this through to the end so he’s not going to give up, no matter how hard it gets.

On the plus side; my thoughts seem to be clearer now and I think my energy is returning. I’ve spent the last couple of days unable to get any work done because of how Swiss cheesed my brain felt but that seems to be lifting. I was massively tired yesterday felt like I had no strength whatsoever but today I feel OK. In fact; now that I think about it, I think I’m probably through the worst of my sugar withdrawal because I haven’t had any disgusting sugar cravings for a while either. Sure; I look at certain foods and want to devour them in body and soul, but I don’t have the dark and primal urge that I did a few days ago.

Maybe I’m through the worst of all this?