Wow! Sugar is so evil. To my body anyway. Hubby and I decided we needed some connection time after the babes went to sleep. I had plenty of order processing to do and the uni text books were calling him. So we shared a little chocolate by the fire once the smalls were fast asleep. Ok, so it wasn’t a little bit, it was quite a bit. And not good quality organic dark chocolate – insert shame face! Anyways, my mouth enjoyed the treat and it was nice to have a quick reconnect with hubby. Fast forward the next morning. Woke up feeling So. Bloody. Cranky! Hmmm. No less sleep than normal, breastfed baby a few times over night but he’s right there next to me so I don’t generally consider it to be much of a disruption. I Play lego with the boys for half an hour and feel myself get increasingly frustrated as my toddler snatches the blocks I pick up, my bubba grabs at the car port that toddler has requested I make for his car, and toddler demands a airport to be built before the carport has been completed. Pretty normal state of play from the boys, short attention span, lots of exploration, jumping from one thing to another, I’m normally ok with that. But, at this point I feel like yelling, ‘… get off my blocks, built your own house!!’
Patience levels duly noted; I let the boys know I’m going to make a cup of tea, as I pop a few blocks in front of the baby. Putting the kettle on, conveniently next to the fridge, it beckons me to open it. There sitting on a plate are the last two lone pieces of chocolate. My head says, you had plenty of sugar last night, my heart thinks, one each left for hubby and I, but my hand snatches up both pieces and I munch them down as I pour hot water over my herbal calming tea (chamomile flower, lemon balm and spearmint – organic – it’s delicious by the way!)
I catch my toe on the corner cupboard as I leave the kitchen, spill a few drops of tea on the floor boards, and feel a rage rising. At the same time I notice baby is sitting on the mat with no blocks in front of him, so I assume toddler has taken them as baby isn’t yet mobile, and toddler asks “you play blocks with us again mummy, I want to build a farm?” “Nooo!” I say aggressively. Heart rate and voice both rising. “Build your own farm. And why did you take all of baby’s blocks! Give him some blocks back!” Finally I catch myself. What are u doing crazy lady? Time out.
“Gosh I’m cranky” I muse. “I’m going to have a few minutes alone boys, I won’t be long” I say, aware I over reacted, shamed and rejected my toddler, and probably frightened baby with my loud voice, but I’m still too preoccupied with myself to apologize. Ignoring the split tea, I sulk off towards the bedroom. Passing hubby on the way, he reaches out and touches me, “cute butt in those pjs” he’s says. That aggression, heat, irrationality rises again, “get lost” I reply. Goodness. What the hell has gotten into me! I continued to feel moody all day, didn’t have much fun playing with the boys, or even enjoy that I had hubby home. Now the chocolate was gone, it appears my body and mind started to detox out the sugar. Reflecting on those feelings of discontent, low-ness, irritability and even anger, I put 2 and 2 together. This feel good treat often used as a pick me up, the treat our lovers time has centered around, had in fact brought me down, made me a bad mum, a cranky wife and an very unhappy person.
Steering clear of anymore sugar (my general status quo anyway) cheered me up, restored my patience and boosted my self-esteem once it dawned on me that my hubby thinks I look cute in my daggy old flanno pjs!
Two days later, I feel normal again – as ‘normal’ as a mumma of two energetic boys running a home business can feel – haha. No more sugar ‘treats’ thank you!
This is a quick interesting read. http://www.chatelaine.com/health/diet/how-sugar-makes-you-depressed/
The book, The Mood Cure by Julia Ross, gives more in-depth incite into happiness through nutritional health if you are that way inclined.