BREAKING UP WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE IS HARD.
Really hard.
Impossibly hard.
Addicted-to-drugs kind of hard.
I have been off sugar for exactly 4 weeks.
4 agonizing weeks of wanting to kiss and make up at least ten times a day.
That’s 490 times (at least) that I have wanted to give in and take sugar back with arms wide open.
“I love you sugar. I know you’re bad for me, but still… you hurt so good.”
All I have to do is snap my fingers… and sugar would come running back. Running I tell you!
Sugar loves a booty call.
Here’s what sugar whispers in my ear, all. day. long…
C’mon, we have so much fun together.
I love you and you love me, what’s the big deal?
I want you back… take me back.
Lick me.
Think of all the good times we’ve had together… how can you resist?
I know you want me.
I miss you so hard.
No one bites as good as you.
Just one bite and then I’ll go.
Kiss me.
“Noooooooooooooooooooo!”
I’ve said it before, sugar is like a bad boyfriend you can’t resist.
Colin Farrell. Johnny Depp. Sean Penn. Christian Bale.
Bad. Bad. Boys.
Stay away at all costs or they will bring you down.
“When will this heartache end?”
I’ve always been able to resist human bad boys, preferring to admire from afar. Saying, “No, thank you, I’ll pass,” was easy peasy to say to a bad boy.
But sugar? Sugar has been a tragic weakness of mine, in spite of what might otherwise be described as an overall strength of character.
Sugar has taken me to the Land Of WTF more often than I can say. It requires me to Woman UP in ways I would never have expected from something made up of a few carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen atoms (C12H22O11 to be exact).
I am not going to tell you, “You can do this,” or otherwise try to cheer you on if you’re also trying to break up with sugar. This takes more than cheerleading.
This takes GUTS.
If you’re not addicted to sugar you may be thinking, “What’s the big deal?” I get it. I used to say that about people who were addicted to alcohol, like my father. I used to think, “Why can’t he just quit?”
We all have our reasons for not quitting. And we will never quit until we come up with a reason for quitting, a reason that trumps all the reasons for not quitting.
The reason for quitting sugar must be so compelling that it fuels the mind to overrule what the body is screaming for.
Screaming, I tell you.
I don’t usually like to over-rule my body. My body has an intelligence that far outweighs what I usually think is best when it comes to what it needs to function at an optimal level.
My body has taught me a lot about what it takes to Woman UP.
But when it comes to sugar, this is one time when my mind knows what it’s talking about.
