I decided after watching a show about morbidly obese people who are addicted to food that I should probably cut back on my sugar intake.
Way, way, way back.
I'm not morbidly obese. I'm obese in medical terms, but not forklift-required-to-get-me-out-of-bed big. More like size 18 and in love with chocolate big. Still, I've been this big for a long, long time and I need to do something more about it.
Rarely one to do anything extreme, I'm not going to cut it out completely. I'm not a do-or-die dieter by any means (I used to be, which obviously worked wonders), nor is there any pressing reason to do something drastic like that. I've been blessed by the health fairies so far and, despite my size, have not managed to completely destroy my heart or wind up diabetic - yet, anyway. Apparently my bribes to the fairies are working, but I can only afford to pay them so much. I eat fairly well overall, so that's good. It's just this damn sugar problem. So cutting, like, 90% of it out is that something extra that's really going to help me feel better physically and mentally.
I'm definitely addicted to sugar. There's no doubt in my mind that the sweet, white stuff is The Maven's crack. I love it. Especially in cookies and M&Ms and, well, basically anything with chocolate in it. For example, I went to not one, not two, but three Tim Hortons looking for chocolate chip cookies tonight.
Three. THREE. And yes, I found them. And yes, they were good. And yes, it's PMS week. But still. I'm even scaring myself now and that's no easy feat. I'm a mom to three boys, after all. Nothing scares me.
Tonight, as I was watching the show, a 630 pound woman was talking about how she used to judge a friend of hers who had a drug abuse problem. She looked down on her because said friend had given up absolutely everything, including her kids, to get her fix. It was only later that the 630 pound woman realized that she's exactly like her friend, as she's given up her entire life to feed her addiction to food.
Pun very much intended, even though it's in poor taste.
That pun was also intended.
I'm going to be such a bitch this week.
So no more cookies, no more chocolate, no more anything like that on a daily basis. It's fruits for me if I'm feeling that need for sweetness. Or a good walk, or a good book, or some good sex...
Oh. Uh. Hi mom. Forgot that you read this ol' thing. Hehe. Not sex. I don't have sex ever.
Well, ok. I've had it three times but that's it. It's gross and I don't do it anymore. I think doing that makes babies. No more babies for me.
Let's not talk about this further. In fact, I recommend staying away for the next couple of days all together. I'm going to be a sugar-withdrawing, psychotic basketcase with a thirst for blood. Or sugar.
But I'll probably take blood if sugar isn't available.
I'll update tomorrow when I'm hating myself for this spontaneous but long overdue decision. Hold me.
Way, way, way back.
I'm not morbidly obese. I'm obese in medical terms, but not forklift-required-to-get-me-out-of-bed big. More like size 18 and in love with chocolate big. Still, I've been this big for a long, long time and I need to do something more about it.
Rarely one to do anything extreme, I'm not going to cut it out completely. I'm not a do-or-die dieter by any means (I used to be, which obviously worked wonders), nor is there any pressing reason to do something drastic like that. I've been blessed by the health fairies so far and, despite my size, have not managed to completely destroy my heart or wind up diabetic - yet, anyway. Apparently my bribes to the fairies are working, but I can only afford to pay them so much. I eat fairly well overall, so that's good. It's just this damn sugar problem. So cutting, like, 90% of it out is that something extra that's really going to help me feel better physically and mentally.
I'm definitely addicted to sugar. There's no doubt in my mind that the sweet, white stuff is The Maven's crack. I love it. Especially in cookies and M&Ms and, well, basically anything with chocolate in it. For example, I went to not one, not two, but three Tim Hortons looking for chocolate chip cookies tonight.
Three. THREE. And yes, I found them. And yes, they were good. And yes, it's PMS week. But still. I'm even scaring myself now and that's no easy feat. I'm a mom to three boys, after all. Nothing scares me.
Tonight, as I was watching the show, a 630 pound woman was talking about how she used to judge a friend of hers who had a drug abuse problem. She looked down on her because said friend had given up absolutely everything, including her kids, to get her fix. It was only later that the 630 pound woman realized that she's exactly like her friend, as she's given up her entire life to feed her addiction to food.
Pun very much intended, even though it's in poor taste.
That pun was also intended.
I'm going to be such a bitch this week.
So no more cookies, no more chocolate, no more anything like that on a daily basis. It's fruits for me if I'm feeling that need for sweetness. Or a good walk, or a good book, or some good sex...
Oh. Uh. Hi mom. Forgot that you read this ol' thing. Hehe. Not sex. I don't have sex ever.
Well, ok. I've had it three times but that's it. It's gross and I don't do it anymore. I think doing that makes babies. No more babies for me.
Let's not talk about this further. In fact, I recommend staying away for the next couple of days all together. I'm going to be a sugar-withdrawing, psychotic basketcase with a thirst for blood. Or sugar.
But I'll probably take blood if sugar isn't available.
I'll update tomorrow when I'm hating myself for this spontaneous but long overdue decision. Hold me.