Whistler

So on my run this morning I had a car pass by and I could have sworn I heard a whistle. You know the kind to get your attention. I looked behind me to see who they were whistling at. Never mind that it was a self-made truck, the kind of guy that has some friend at the detail shop or better yet, works there himself and drives the car as a way of advertising. The know just how to cut the back half off and leave only the really important parts, engine, front seats, windows, etc. So, a guy in a half-truck, whistled at me. That hasn't happened in 15 years. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mind if it never happened again. But funny thing is, I bet he saw that I hadn't had sugar in 12 hours. Look, it's already making a difference!

At least I have to tell myself that because my trip to the grocery store was a bit like a dentist visit, only worse. At least at the dentist office you know the anesthesia will wear off after a few hours. As I perused the aisles (I didn't even attempt the middle ones) I was shocked by how little I actually eat on this "No Sugar" plan. Who's idea was this anyway? I entered with low expectations, I knew that it was going to be challenging, but really? Does everything need a boost of sugar and High Fructose Corn Syrup (that doesn't deserve to be capitalized) to sale in this country? So I made it safely through the fruits and vegetables area, filling my cart generously as I wasn't quite sure anything else in the store would be illegal on this crazy plan. Well, the trouble started with my favorite market fresh salsa, I love this stuff. Fresh. Good. Healthy. Salsa. As I turned over the container there it was glaring at me, laughing at me, SUGAR. Scratch the salsa off my dwindling grocery list. I tried my best to laugh back and keep my "no sugar" positive attitude. Had it really only been 12 hours? The deli counter was next. Honey Ham please? 1/2 pound. I asked to look just to get the practice, not thinking that anyone would think that anyone would pollute the deli counter with unwanted sugars, it's deli meat for heaven sakes. Again, the laughing, this time growing louder. My Honey Ham had honey alright but it also had sugar!!! I checked a few other deli meats, the good quality kind that have no MSG, laughter. I was pretty sure that defeat was around the corner, that I would lay prostrate on the grocery store aisle and bang my fists thinking how I couldn't quit, I had started a blog. Finally the Virginia Ham saved me. No sugar. I regained my strength and began thinking about cheese, pretty safe area. I loaded up, thinking that if I was missing the sugar I could shock my mouth with a few sharp cheeses. Maybe that will take care of those nighttime cravings. Dairy aisle, my favorite "healthy" yogurts were out. Even though they brag "organic sugar", who even knows what that means.

It looks like research time. More later.