![]() ![]() It didn’t work.īy now, one thing was clear. But like most women, I tried to soldier on, alone. I gave up, and when December rolled around, stuffed my face silly with said cake, lemon tarts, and yes, Nutella. While I did feel like I had more energy at times, for the most part, I was crabby, cranky and an adult version of a 2-year-old having major meltdowns at being denied cake. “No sugar for a month!” I declared to friends, family, even total strangers at the local bakery, when they caught me glancing a little too longingly at the soft doughnuts and cinnamon rolls. and falling on my (sugar-deprived) faceįilled with new-found enthusiasm and focus, I started cleaning up my diet. But I needed that wake-up call to actually take some action. Not just that, I was also getting pretty exhausted of being exhausted all the time, and I knew (like we all do!) that sugar was to blame. The alarm bells were clanging deafeningly and I knew I needed to make changes and make them FAST. Until that bleak day in September when I was diagnosed with an ovarian cyst and told that it could be cancerous and needed an immediate biopsy. Even the weird eczema on the scalp at the back of my head. I ignored the warning signs that having these ‘superpowers’ brought: the weight gain, the fatigue, the mental cloudiness. Wolfing down doughnuts and brownies at the speed of light was one of the things I did, along with crunching deadlines and juggling multiple work assignments. I could eat my way through a Nutella jar while watching an episode ofįriends. ![]()
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