I’ve gone no-added-sugar for the past two weeks, and am now a few days into the third. This is part of a reset I did to bust through a plateau that I realized after the fact was the result of A) body recomposition, and B) a too-small calorie deficit — but it was nonetheless effective in getting my body to cough up the pounds it was clinging to all winter. As an over-zealous twist to my sugarless adventure, I thought, let’s run an experiment and see what this “no fruit” thing is all about.

After two weeks of no sweeteners and no fruit, I can tell you what it’s all about: NONSENSE.

I’ve been at this weight-loss business for over 10 months now, and never once in that time did I have a single craving. Not once. Ever. Unbelievable, right? But it’s true! I mean, did unhealthy food sound good sometimes? Sure. Did the wafting scent of something delicious beckon to me here and there? Of course. But there was no sudden overwhelming urge that struck out of nowhere to raid the bakery section and snack aisle of the grocery store and gorge myself on everything within reach. Hell, there wasn’t even that pesky little “go on, just one little treat — you deserve it!” or “it’s a special occasion!” or “one piece of that won’t hurt” or “everyone else is having some”; because I simply didn’t want that poison in my body. Besides, after being off it for a while, it doesn’t taste like it used to, anyway. The few times I did indulge, I immediately got stomach aches. It’s the very best kind of “hits different”: a natural deterrent.

Enter No Sugar, No Fruit Experiment Weeks. GURL-UH. Now, I will say, I probably couldn’t have timed this worse if I’d tried: the two weeks of this ill-informed, self-imposed challenge were PMS week, immediately followed by period week (cuz that’s how that works). That alignment did me no favors when the cravings struck — and strike they did. It wasn’t a nonstop desire to throw down, but god damn if a Bagel Bite didn’t suddenly sound like the best thing in the world. Maybe followed by some ice cream. And hey, it’s been a while since I’ve been inside a Starbucks. White mocha, anyone?

It even infiltrated the sanctity of my dreamspace: suddenly, I was eating the literal forbidden fruit in my subconscious adventures, in addition to chocolate bars, brownies, and cookies.

The craziest thing was, I still didn’t even want to eat any of that stuff! How is it even possible to crave something you don’t want?

This is what a total absence of sugar does to a person. It flatlines logic.

But the worst part of all? Days-long stretches of constipation.

Hey. You know what’s important? Fiber.
You know what fruit is great at delivering? Fiber.
You know what you get when you cut out fruit and don’t replace it with a zillion vegetables? Stopped the fuck up.

I’m here to tell you that going sugar-free is an excellent health move. My skin is glowing. My energy is even and sustainable through long days and demanding workouts. My thoughts are clearer. Everything tastes better. My relationship with food is rational and my nutrition is in check. I genuinely, sincerely don’t miss sugar 95% of the time, and the 5% of the time I want it, I let myself have it — with no out-of-control fallout.

What is NOT a good move is eliminating an entire food group because it carries some of that stuff naturally. I already knew this; the driver behind my masochistic little experiment was a pathological curiosity to experience the My 600-lb Life diet. Why? Because.

And now I know-know.

Never again.

Fruit is back. Cravings are gone. Normal dreams are restored. Plumbing is running normally (after a major blockage was cleared — shoutout to my new BFF and personal hero, the chia seed).

Sugar is staying right where I want it, though: the heck away from me.