Happy weekend! Best Half is at a retreat, Eldest Son is at a school function, Youngest Son is still a bed-slug, and all's (mostly) right with the world. I have 3 new articles up at Examiner.com, I've discovered the best low-carb bread that I've ever put in my mouth, and I've been thinking a lot about...sugar.
For those of you who read my last blog post, the gargantuan fever blisters have almost healed. That was the worst episode I've had in over 30 years, and I've had some doozies. My students stared at me as if I were a cast member from Day of theDead. I'm still having some other problems, which I won't go into detail about, as I would hate to offend your sensibilities. But I have to ask myself why I'm so attracted to something so harmful.
Sugar is crap. I know that. It promotes yeast and bacterial overgrowth, and a host of other obnoxious problems, not to mention bulging bellies and out-of-control blood sugar. When Youngest Son went low-carb, his asthma disappeared. Sugar gives Eldest Son headaches. He hates it. He's now the king of sugar-free candy, and never seems to get the malti-trots. (Life can be so unfair. Wave a piece of candy sweetened with maltitol in my general direction, and I run for the back of the house. Ahem...)
Youngest Son is no longer a bed-slug...
After doing extensive reading and research, I know that sugar is the cause for much of what ails us. Yet I still "dabble with danger," so to speak. I'm still ruled by what foods are like in the mouth rather than by the knowledge of what they do to my body. I'm thinkin' that that makes me a bit shallow. Sugar shallow?