Confessions of a New World Sugar Eater
Sugar is a drug. This observation will not come as news to long-time readers of this blog. I used to harp on it regularly , back in the day when I discovered Atkins and was cutting the carbs to lose weight . I can happily report that I have kept myself on a relatively low-carb diet since (ten years, woohoo!), but this past year and half were challenging, especially the six weeks in autumn 2020 that I spent with my mother while my step-father was dying. The house was full of cookies and chocolates and more cookies made by her friends from church, and I ate all of them. I tried resisting, but it just didn’t seem worth it. My step-father was dying; my brother and I were there to comfort our mother; and resisting the sugar seemed so pointless. Why not give in and get fat? Except that somehow I knew, deep down, it wasn’t about getting fat. It was about feeding the demons. Have I told you about the year I spent eating frozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts when I was in elementary school