Six years ago on September 7th I stopped eating anything that looked, tasted or felt like desert. That may seem extreme to some but I did it for good reason. I had gotten to the point that I was stopping at 7-11 between every meal for Pop Tarts, cookies or some other sweet treat. I had made so many broken promises, I felt like an addict. I had the help of a support group and did the “one-day-at-a-time” thing. For the first year or two I would look longingly on occasion at all the new items the candy companies came up with but at some point I stopped caring. Somehow honoring the commitment I’d made to myself had released me of the obsession for cookies, candy, Pop Tarts and the like. November 7th was my birthday and the night before I was pre-celebrating at dinner with friends. At the end of the meal the waiter brought over a crème brulee and they sang happy birthday. Normally I would blow out the candle and pass the desert away from me. That night, I instead choose to pick up the sweet cracker and run it across the desert and take a bite. I ate the entire cracker, dipping it in the desert and when the cracker was done I had had enough. At no point did I feel like I needed more, at no point did I feel the obsession or the guilt I had lived with for so many years. It was the first bite of sugar I ever remembered taking that was not compulsive, obsessive or guilt ridden. I have no intention of incorporating sugar back into my diet and yet I do feel some small victory here that I wanted to share.
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