Sweet

Hi. I like sugar.

The allure of sugar is that it tastes amazing, duh. I can’t get enough of it.

Except that I can, and I have, and sometimes enough is when I start seeing spots and know it’s time to dial back on the sweet.

Yes. I have eaten so much sugar at times that my vision is affected. It’s totally a thing.

This may be a red flag for some.

It is for me, as is the bloated feeling, the immediate sugar crash, the weight gain that happens after a particularly long and intense sugar binge. I have named these binges: Christmas.

Easter.

Halloween.

And all the times I go to the grocery store and all the bags are two for five bucks in the candy aisle.

Our grocery store has two candy aisles.

I’m getting off track. What I’m saying is that all these red flags point to one thing à I should stop eating so much sugar.

And I have.

I MISS IT.

But it isn’t good for me. I feel ill after I eat it. Obviously the vision impairment is less than ideal. I have reached an age where I can’t just power through the sick feeling. It lingers. It makes me sluggish. I hate that feeling, despite adoring the act of lying around. So I stopped eating allthesugar.

And I feel better.

And I have resolved to remember this feeling of good health when I see candy in the grocery store.

And I cruise right on by it.

All of it.

And I feel great about eating more healthily.

I’m so happy to be off the sugar.

Just in time for Girl Scout cookie season.

*******

This post inspired by:


Mama Kat's Writing Workshop

Prompt #4: Write a blog post inspired by the word: sugar