Days Without Sugar: an ironic start to a landmark week

I agreed to give up cake, donuts, candies, chocolate, sugar, molasses, lemonade, cookies, ice cream, and honey, and maple syrup and cookie dough, gummi bears and chocolate milk and raspberry yogurt, among other sweet sweets, but I never agreed to give up grains and dairy and potatoes. Apparently, these things are sugar. I’ve really cut …

Days Without Sugar: Day 118, or, Accountability

I looked at a friend eating a Titan chocolate bar this morning; I would have liked one, too.  A while ago, I decided that (contrary to my instincts) I could deal with, hypothetically, never having another Snickers or Reese Peanut Butter Cup again.  It’s not like losing a finger or an eye, so how big …

The Bitter Taste of Defeat, aka No Surrender

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak: After making it through Christmas Day and dinner resisting all the shortbread and peanut butter chocolate balls, after discovering there wasn’t even any pie to worry about impressing my mom by eating, I met a temporary Waterloo upon stumbling over the leftovers of the peach trifle …

Days without sugar: 69, dude!

A friend texted me last night to ask, “Why are you doing this?”, and, my Friendly Neighborhood Passerby Encouragement Cheerleader Carrie dropped by another (beautifully printed) card for the holidays, also including a few questions and her email. Why: Because I am was a slave, to sugar and the sugar industry, and I realized why …