The husband is in heaven on these occasions. Born with a seemingly sweet tooth, he dives head first into the table of goodies only to surface eventually with a glazed look of pleasure on his sugary, comatose face.
But even I (his wife of 24 years) was astounded by his achievements on Mothers Day. Obviously celebrating his role as a mother ( or maybe paying homage to his mother and the mother of his children) he took longer than usual to re-enter the stratosphere. He was a guts.
Now don't get me wrong. I like the odd bit of dark chocolate, the odd cupcake, the occasional tim tam or two. But I'm nowhere in my husband's league. He eats dessert every day. He can sniff out lollies and chocolate even when well hidden. If cake is frozen, not a problem, he'll eat it frozen and don't buy cooking chocolate for future projects before going away, because it sure as hell won't be there when you get home. He is a sugar addict, who will even go on late night " trips" to satisfy an icecream craving.
Yes...definitely intervention time. In fact long overdue.
He looked horrified when I told him that there was over a teaspoon of sugar in each muesli bar. Add that to three pieces of fruit and anything else his human shovel mouth devoured and I think I made my point. I threw out the remaining Anzac biscuits and hid the remaining chocolate slice from mother's day at the very back of the freezer. In retrospect I should have thrown that out too. But it cost me so much money, I just couldn't throw it out and just hoped he wouldn't find it!
Now to keep my part of the deal.
A week later I flew to Perth leaving him to his own devices. My mother, ever the cynic said he would cheat at every opportunity without me around. I could only shrug my shoulders and say "probably", because she is more than likely right. But, he's a grown man and I'm his wife not his mother and he could take responsibility or get diabetes. Choice was his. I had my own "lack of sugar" problems to deal with.
OF COURSE on the plane to Perth my coffee came with a chocolate fudge cookie. In all the years I've caught that damn flight there have never been chocolate fudge cookies. It's a conspiracy I tell you. I said "no thank you" to the air hostess and she looked perplexed. It's as if she was thinking " but all fat people like chocolate fudge cookies". She asked me if I wanted it for later. I felt quite smug saying "no thank you"again and choosing instead the dry spinach and ricotta something that notaste.com specially made for this flight.
The next few days were easy. I said no to cake with a girlfriend. I made her order hers and watched her eat it, so I could develop my inner strength.She thought I was nuts. I said no to Greek biscuits at my sister's house ( that was hard cos I love them) and I watched my kids eat chocolate, without indulging in it myself. I did however have one small fail. My sisters mother in law made white chocolate slice and cut such a small piece for me it really didn't count. In fact they were so small, I ate two. Besides she has come all the way from the UK. It would have been rude to say no. OK, excuses, excuses -fail!
The following day some germ riddled person passed me their bugs and I was struck down with gastro. Not only was sugar not interesting, neither was any food whatsoever. As I recovered I ate plain food like bananas and toasted sandwiches but I craved lemonade.Gastro needs lemonade for
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| Lemonade and lemons = no connection |
So, as I sit in the airport waiting to fly home, I hang my head in shame at my second lack of personal strength but then raise it in pride as I throw a half drunk bottle of lemonade in the bin. I feel like yelling, " did you all see what I just did! I threw the sugar drink out. It doesn't even taste good."
The flight home is another conspiracy this time involving choc chip cookies. Ok God you can stop testing me. Recovered from my lemonade slip up I don't even react or touch the pack. Even when they asked nicely for me to open them I pretended not to hear. Who needs those little round pieces of chocolatey goodness in their lives?
Home and time to compare notes. Mum was right. He did well for a couple of days and then discovered the left over chocolate slice. I knew I should have chucked it in the bin. It just seemed such a waste of money. He did have one victory though. He realised that he felt a lot better the first week than the second, so as of today we are back on deckJust before signing off here are excellent articles on sugar you may wish to read. It makes perfect sense when written like this. Off to put the remaining chocolate slice in the bin
Till next time...xxx
http://www.mindbodygreen.com/0-17122/the-7-deadly-truths-of-sugar.html
http://www.stuff.co.nz/life-style/well-good/motivate-me/68691969/21-reasons-to-eat-less-sugar-that-have-nothing-to-do-with-losing-weight
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