Is there really such a thing? "Hi, My name is Stefanie and I'm a Sugarholic."
I joke on AHL about my love for chocolate and anything sugar but in truth, I do have a problem.
Yes, I run a lot. No, I don't drink alcohol. Yes, I eat my veggies and fruits. No, I don't consume caffeine (except in large amounts of chocolate). Yes, I teach yoga. No, I don't eat fast food.
The above is my life in a nutshell. I'm healthy. Sometimes sickeningly so. Say that 10 times fast.
BUUUUUUT. You knew there was a but coming. My love for sweets is causing something not so lovely. Brett was the bearer of bad news yesterday. In a few words he told me to quit with the sugar. Of course, I cried (literally) and sobbed (most definitely) and blamed him for being insensitive (just to top it off). Typical overreaction on my part.
Then I listened. We discussed his observations of me and my pal, Sugar. Although I'm completely and totally in love... we have a very unhealthy relationship. Me and Sugar that is, not me and Brett. Sugar causes me some nasty headaches, tummy aches, and I think crabbiness. Me, crabby? Yes, it happens... I internalize most of it but I can certainly be an angry little troll at times.
So, I've broken up with excess sugar. I didn't say sugar, I said excess sugar. Which basically means, I've broken up with sugar. No more late night Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs. No more Bananas Foster every other week. No more chocolate chip muffins for breakfast. No more heaping spoonfuls of straight frosting. And certainly no more making Rice Krispie treats for dinner or eating brownies for lunch. Le sigh.
I'm confident that, for today, I can stay away from excess sugar.
My head is already pounding. STAY FAR AWAY from me for at least a couple weeks. I'll let you know when it's safe to return.
Are you or do you know someone who's a sugarholic?