I have a deep and abiding love for sugar.
As a child, I passed up all manner of candy bars in favor of sticky-sweet Pixy Stix, SweeTarts, and Lik-M-Aid. I sneaked spoonfuls of powdered sugar when my mom was baking and sucked on Sour Patch Kids until my tongue felt numb.
But lately, sugar has not loved me back.
These days, a handful of candy causes me to sweat, ever so slightly, as my blood sugar rises. And if I eat something sugary on an empty stomach, I suddenly feel like I’ve been hit on the head with a cartoon anvil and have two black X’s where my eyes used to be.
As I get older, my reaction to sugar is not unlike this one from Sam, after a slushie at the amusement part this summer:
I don’t think sugar is toxic. I don’t think it should be regulated like tobacco, as some researchers have recently said.
But I’m convinced I’d feel better if I ate less of it. And I want to see if I can live without it.
So I’m challenging myself to a two week no-sugar smackdown. That means no desserts, no sugar in my morning tea, no sugar-sweetened cereal, no honey added to smoothies. Whole fruit doesn’t count. Neither do trace amounts of sugar in things like store-bought bread.
Want to join me? The No-Sugar Challenge begins one week from today–Wednesday February 15th (wouldn’t want all those conversation hearts to go to waste). I’ll blog about it and post updates on my Facebook page. I hope you’ll chime in too.