No! I love sugar. I love cakes, pies, ice cream, and candy. But, my brother told me once. I’ll call him Baby Bass Man. “A man can be good to ya, but not good for ya.” That’s my relationship with sugar. Oh, it tastes so good, but Lawd does it make me feel bad. In my Alicia Keys’ voice… “I keep on faaaaaaaallin’ in and out of love with you!”
As I’ve taken a healthier stance on my nutrition and working to take personal responsibility for what I’m ingesting, I’ve realized – again – that I need to limit and eliminate as much as possible refined sugar intake. I’m a little under a week into this endeavor and today I’m feeling the withdrawal headache and nausea that can be typical. (As a result, there has been a drama free bubble around me all day. Respect the bubble people. Respect the bubble.)
There are new U.S. guidelines for sugar intake. I’ll be honest. I don’t go by those guidelines because well… there’s too many lobbyists and I can’t afford to argue my position with politicians to get a national policy presented in my favor. But, I digress… When I do the research about sugar’s origins and the impact on the body’s health, I know I need to change if I want to be healthy. Check out this article at The Huffington Post about food addiction. The least addictive is a cucumber. Clearly the researchers now have a firm grasp on the obvious.
My personal experience was that the most telling sign was when I went off candy, sodas, cakes, cookies, and what-not about a year ago. My weight came down. Just adding more walking into my life and less sitting made me realize that weight loss, along with less aches and pains. And, suddenly, I was even thinking clearer. Mindful eating made all the difference. Did I stop eating catsup, mayonnaise and all the other sneaky ways sugar can show up in our food supply? No, because I really don’t have that much time and I don’t eat it enough to have it make a difference.
But about four months ago, my mom was hospitalized for three weeks due to a multiple sclerosis exacerbation. My Dad, sisters, and I stayed at the hospital with her on a 24/7 rotation. Good eating habits fell off and when she was released, the holidays came, and so on. My stress go-to was a milk chocolate covered biscuit candy bar. That sucker cost like almost $3.00, but I could down two in a row. (I know. It’s absurd.) Along with other candies and such… Well…
Boy-howdy do I feel it if I go on a chocolate binge. (Did I really just write boy-howdy? I’m leaving it in, because of the interesting vernacular.) Yes, I replaced chocolate with dark chocolate, which is supposed to be better for you. It works. A little. But, it’s not like that creamy milk chocolate decadence that is milk chocolate. I remember when I finished chemotherapy over ten years ago. During chemo, my taste buds changed because of the drugs. Chocolate actually tasted like salt to me. When I finished my rounds of chemo, my taste buds returned to normal. I hadn’t had chocolate in several months. So, one day I decided to eat a Hershey’s Milk Chocolate bar. The first bite that hit my taste buds was pure heavenly delight. It was like every bite was the first time I ate it. And, three bars later… Have you figured out how much I love chocolate?
It doesn’t help that My Guy has a huge sweet tooth and keeps candy in his night stand top drawer. I’ve heard him wake up and lean over at 2am and eat a gummy candy and go back to sleep. We have debated about the fact that gummies are not healthier because they come from the Whole Foods candy bin. …smh.. Thanks for reading.