Hello, sugar fiends, here’s news from No-Sugar Land: I’m back on sugar, and it’s ‘meh’. Also, I’m not counting it, so I can still tell the world I’m *not* having sugar! I have a pretty simple kitchen, with two fancy gadgets. One is a mandolin slicer, for making brussels sprouts salads; the other is a …
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Days Without Sugar: Eating my cake, and having it, too

Hello, sugar fiends, here’s news from No-Sugar Land: I’m back on sugar, and it’s ‘meh’. Also, I’m not counting it, so I can still tell the world I’m *not* having sugar!

I have a pretty simple kitchen, with two fancy gadgets. One is a mandolin slicer, for making brussels sprouts salads; the other is a whipped cream maker. It’s the exact kind you see at Starbucks, with the CO2 or NO2 cartridges.

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I dig whipped cream on my steelcut oats with raw nuts and seeds, and cinnamon. And if I’m ever going to make a coffee, I really prefer it with whipped cream. I make and prefer whipped cream without sugar. I do not have the “whipped topping” at McDonald’s or Tim Horton’s or other places (I used to really, *really* love those “whipped toppings” tho, I admit).

However, a friend at Starbucks told me the parts-per-million of sugar in the whipped cream was negligible.

This got me to thinking: was this person the Devil?

So I thought it over.

And weeks later, I had a tall blonde. With whip.

It was a little sweet. But the texture and fluff and cloud-quality was wonderful to me. I sometimes make a nice whipped cream with cinnamon shaken inside the canister, before adding the CO2 cartridge. (And I think my totally sugarless version is better; try adding cinnamon to yours, too!)

I’ve proven to myself I don’t need sugar; I ordered this for the whipped cream, not for the sugar. It was great to have whipped cream on a coffee when I was out of the house.

So, now I do it occasionally. I’m currently doing a lot of orientation seminars for new hires in a part-time TTC program; public speaking can put me a little ill at ease. Sometimes I get off the streetcar a stop early, at the Starbucks, and I get a tall blonde roast with “whip” (which is what they call “whipped cream”, if you haven’t been (also, they actually don’t charge extra for it, if you can believe it (tho I’d pay a dime more if I could order a sugarless version!))). Whipped cream is beautiful; I don’t care how many hormones and how much parts-per-million of blood and mucus there may be. Our systems are full of blood and mucus anyways!

I thought a lot about it, after that first blonde with whip. There’s a famous “years without sugar” weblogger who bakes with fruit juice and molasses and honey and rice syrup; this guy eats an unlimited smorgasbord pig-out of any and all sugar he wants for four days, each year (and, if I can hit 1000 Days, I think I’ll copy his style!). Altho I ordered this drink for the whipped cream, and not for the sugar, I did wonder if it was the gateway drug that could throw me off the wagon. I don’t think it has, tho. In fact, once the Starbucks offered me a choice of whipped creams; one was “espresso whip”, and it appeared to be totally sugarless.

One time, I ordered a tall blonde with whipped cream, at a different Starbucks location. And actually, it was far, far sweeter! I was surprised tasting it. That was a whipped cream that I’d have to decline next time (altho I rarely am in that location anyway).

In FEELING GOOD, the author talks about self-talk and inner-dialogue and changing thinking patterns and thoughts; at one time, he talks about giving up ice cream (which was, by far, my favorite thing (especially with a jar of jam or a package of chocolate chips)). Instead of beating himself up over quitting, he decided to reward himself; even just his simple intention to quit was good enough to be rewarded with… ice cream. He reported positive results. (Guys, this really blew me away when I read it, and I read it long before even imagining quitting sugar.) I don’t really think of the whipped cream as a reward or celebration; it’s just a coffee. A nice reward would be a brussels sprouts salad (but that’s just me).

I know, I shouldn’t drink a coffee anyway.

The worst part is that I don’t really like or enjoy coffee, and I get no “energy” or “burst” or “buzz” from it. Ever. It’s just a gateway to cheap internet is all. Not only do I have a sugar addiction, I have an internet addiction, as well. So, I’m not allowed to have it at home. Everything is connected.

(I know, I know, a “tall blonde with whipped cream” begs for punchlines)