The sugar fest that was Millie's last b-day party...
I've been thinking a lot about sugar lately. Actually, truth be told, I think about sugar all the time. I love the stuff. I am, and always have been, a dessert girl. For me a meal isn't (even remotely) complete without something sweet at the end. I crave dessert.
And therein lies the problem.
So let me rephrase my initial statement and say instead that I've been pondering sugar a lot lately. The pondering actually started last year when I read Gary Taubes' article about the sweet stuff in the NYT magazine. That action freaked me out. Big time. I thought about Taubes' article non-stop, brought it up in countless dinner party conversations...and then proceeded to dig into my dessert with gusto. But it planted the seed.
Cut to the present. After reading yet another article damning sugar + finding myself in a particularly sugary period (when I write, I tend to reach for the sugar, and given the fact that I work for a magazine now, which involves copious amounts of writing, well...you do the math), I have officially hit my tipping point. I'm feeling sick and sluggish, and (the kiss of death) my jeans are tighter.
Sugar, you are dead to me.
Well not really, but something has to give. Since, when it comes to this particular vice, moderation isn't really my strong suit, I'm going to try and go cold turkey for six weeks or so to see if I can curb my cravings a bit. So from now through the end of July I'm eschewing dessert, sweet treats, what have you... I will however still put a teaspoon of sugar in my coffee each morning, that one I'm not willing to forgo.
I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous about sticking to this one friends. But you'll help keep me accountable, right? right? I'll report progress every week or so. Wish me luck. (I'm going to need it!)