Well, we survived a week of detox, kind of. And when I mean "we" I mean "me and the kids." Sweet Papa was not about to play along with my silly ideas. That's probably why he's been able to keep up his sweet personality after being married for over 12 years to a tyrant.
Fifi: Hey mom, is today the last day of the thing?
Sweet Papa: Oh, you mean the Torture?
I must say that the one thing that became increasingly clear to me was that Sweet Papa shows every sign of being addicted to sugar. The first day of the "Cleanse" Sweet P starts the day off with his usual cup of coffee and 2-3 cubes of sugar. As soon as he was out of the kitchen I proceeded to hide all the refined sugar, candy, cookies, and other foods with processed sugars or high fructose corn syrup - you know, by putting them BEHIND other things in the cabinet. I can't believe he couldn't find them for a week.
The first day was pretty smooth. The kids and I rode our bikes down to a local farmer who sells produce on Saturday mornings. It was so awesome. Never knew cauliflower was sweet before. Finally had some decent sweet corn in the country. One thing I realized was that I spent the entire day cooking or doing some kind of physical exercise with the kids, because they don't move unless you move with them. It was exhausting.
The second day we had to defrost our freezer. Which meant we had to end up eating whatever was inside, including shrimp, ground beef, and the frozen cheesecake that I thought I could hide for another week. Luckily it had apples in it, so when S.P. starts to dish it out, Fifi says she doesn't want any. S.P. can't believe this, and insists she tries it. I'm like, hello, this is sabotage, don't MAKE her eat the cake. It's bad enough he slipped Kiki an extra slice when I went to the bathroom, and who knows how many Bugsy got.
Thursday was rough. I was exhausted. I'd been baking bread (which is so easy and really fun if you have all the time in the world and no deadlines to face) and trying to find things too cook beside spaghetti and meat sauce, and trying to keep Bugsy active. But I came down with a cold, and everyone was on my nerves. So Sweet Papa did the sweet thing, and took the girls to the hardware store with him to get them out of my hair. But first they had to stop to get ice cream to sabotage things even further.
We'd been pretty good about not going overboard. I substituted banana milkshakes for ice cream shakes (one banana, a cup of milk, and if you want, any assortment of other fruits - the frozen kind work really well, and I added a teaspoon of malted milk because I love strawberry malts). Used Agave instead of sugar, and made their chocolate milk with cocoa powder and agave juice. Bugsy was not about to try to substitute anything for his beloved strawberry flavored milk, so he drank it plain. We really don't eat a lot of crappy foods, so it really wasn't that big of a change.
But for some reason it was just too much for Sweet Papa. Here's the proof: he sent me this link yesterday:
Where does he find this stuff? Oh, and the remix video is pretty funny too:
Fifi: Hey mom, is today the last day of the thing?
Sweet Papa: Oh, you mean the Torture?
I must say that the one thing that became increasingly clear to me was that Sweet Papa shows every sign of being addicted to sugar. The first day of the "Cleanse" Sweet P starts the day off with his usual cup of coffee and 2-3 cubes of sugar. As soon as he was out of the kitchen I proceeded to hide all the refined sugar, candy, cookies, and other foods with processed sugars or high fructose corn syrup - you know, by putting them BEHIND other things in the cabinet. I can't believe he couldn't find them for a week.
The first day was pretty smooth. The kids and I rode our bikes down to a local farmer who sells produce on Saturday mornings. It was so awesome. Never knew cauliflower was sweet before. Finally had some decent sweet corn in the country. One thing I realized was that I spent the entire day cooking or doing some kind of physical exercise with the kids, because they don't move unless you move with them. It was exhausting.
The second day we had to defrost our freezer. Which meant we had to end up eating whatever was inside, including shrimp, ground beef, and the frozen cheesecake that I thought I could hide for another week. Luckily it had apples in it, so when S.P. starts to dish it out, Fifi says she doesn't want any. S.P. can't believe this, and insists she tries it. I'm like, hello, this is sabotage, don't MAKE her eat the cake. It's bad enough he slipped Kiki an extra slice when I went to the bathroom, and who knows how many Bugsy got.
Thursday was rough. I was exhausted. I'd been baking bread (which is so easy and really fun if you have all the time in the world and no deadlines to face) and trying to find things too cook beside spaghetti and meat sauce, and trying to keep Bugsy active. But I came down with a cold, and everyone was on my nerves. So Sweet Papa did the sweet thing, and took the girls to the hardware store with him to get them out of my hair. But first they had to stop to get ice cream to sabotage things even further.
We'd been pretty good about not going overboard. I substituted banana milkshakes for ice cream shakes (one banana, a cup of milk, and if you want, any assortment of other fruits - the frozen kind work really well, and I added a teaspoon of malted milk because I love strawberry malts). Used Agave instead of sugar, and made their chocolate milk with cocoa powder and agave juice. Bugsy was not about to try to substitute anything for his beloved strawberry flavored milk, so he drank it plain. We really don't eat a lot of crappy foods, so it really wasn't that big of a change.
But for some reason it was just too much for Sweet Papa. Here's the proof: he sent me this link yesterday:
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