Once, Justin Chatwin said, “I saw somebody posted your window on line, and I was like, ‘No way, he’s lying, that’s impossible,’ but then I thought about it a minute and realized, ‘Whoa I guess it really has been almost a year,’ but when I saw that 350, I just didn’t believe it.” That’s exactly …
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Days Without Sugar: Big Phony

Once, Justin Chatwin said, “I saw somebody posted your window on line, and I was like, ‘No way, he’s lying, that’s impossible,’ but then I thought about it a minute and realized, ‘Whoa I guess it really has been almost a year,’ but when I saw that 350, I just didn’t believe it.”
That’s exactly how I felt when I got home and saw the window set to 900.
I paid a neighbor to do it, because I had to sleep over in Scarborough for work and didn’t get home until lunch time.
And I stood outside on the sidewalk and stared.  
Hey, I was there for every day of it! Why did it seem so fake?
Was it the two times I scarfed a midnight ginger ale for influenza nausea, to put myself to sleep (it worked!)?
Was it my inability to survive (at least, survive with some level of energy and activity) without special sugar-free bread, and brown rice, for more than two weeks (actually, probably more like eleven days)? Apparently, even brown rice is sugar. Or so I keep being told.
Was it the fact I still eat fruit (nothing too juicy, though)?
Was it just the high number?
It really felt wrong. If I had come down a strange street and found a sign that said 900 Days Without Sugar, I guess I’d be dubious, because I didn’t believe mine when I arrived home.
It was surreal.
“Wow, that’s three years!” people say. (Actually, it’s not quite.) (Yet.)
Maybe that’s what felt off.
Every single day has felt normal, and good, except for 900.
Getting to 100 was tough. After that, it got easier. And easier. So much easier that the hundreds just came and went.
900 was a real hit in the jaw.
Really? 900 days without ice cream or cookie dough or entire jars of jam? 
This is me we’re talking about; I’m an addict.
It didn’t seem possible.
But I guess it is.
Could I have made it this far without apples and pears and bananas?
Honestly, I’m really not too sure about that.
Could I have made it this far without brown rice and sugar-free bread?  
Absolutely not.
But I’ve at least learned to live without even regular plain potato chips. Apparently, potatoes are sugar, and chips are even worse. I like sliced cucumber more and more as a replacement. It works. And it’s becoming tasty, even. I admit, I’d rather have a salt and vinegar potato chip than a cucumber, but in fact, when you put salt and vinegar onto slice cucumbers, it’s actually pretty tasty and fresh, in a way that competes with potato chips. Try it, Team. You’ll dig it. 
It was weird and provoked reflection to take down “100 Here I Come” and “YES YOU CAN DO IT TOO” and realize I won’t be needing them any further.
I just can’t believe that it’s already 900. My Gramma Martin was right: it just goes faster and faster, the further you get.