The other day I dropped the Tornado at a friend’s house, a few errands (including the bank) & came back to join the playdate.
The first thing she noticed as she climbed in the car was the lollipop Id tossed in the cupholder next to me.
Mama whats that?! she asked (apparently still mired in the phase where children ask questions with exceedingly obvious answers).
I told her how Id gone to the bank drive through and how the teller must have seen the car seat, known I had a girl (she loves to hear that part) and slipped a lollipop into my cash back envelope.
Oh I wondered Mama because I know you dont like sweets.
I sat with this remark for a moment.
My first thought was What do you mean?! I love sweets. and then I realized—-I no longer do.
Allow me to back up a few decades.
I was a sugar fiend growing up.
I was the reason why my mother would go to bake cookies and discover she was out of chocolate chips (yes I ate the whole bag(s). sorry mom.).
I stole (repeatedly. sorry sisters.) my siblings Halloween candy year after year creating elaborate stories about robbers breaking in and only making off with snickers and Bit O’Honeys.
I spent every last penny of my allowance on candy.
I CLEARLY recall stating to my mother (during a shopping trip where I stood gazing longingly at the sweet treats stacked at the checkout) as soon as I was a grown up I planned to buy all the candy I wanted because Id! Have! My! Own! Money!
I guess I was like any other kid (because rare is the kid like my niece who really might select sushi over sweettarts!)—multiplied by ten.
All these thoughts were running through my mind as I responded to the Tornado:
I guess youre right. I dont like sweets.
The concept and the two sentences were as entirely perplexing to me as they were to her.
We went on with the rest of our day (to my surprise she never asked the have the bank bestowed lollipop) and yet I still mulled over her comment.
Kids notice everything was part of what stuck in my mind. They may not comment in the moment–but they’re taking note & filing away. This gives me hope as we segue more to the WINGS of roots & wings.
I guess I no longer like sweets. When did that happen?! was the other piece caught in my cranium. Im certain I would if I ate them (whats not to love about a slab of cake or a slathering of icing?) but since I switched to mindful eating my body never asks for them.
(I know. I needed more than a moment to let that realization sink in too. And I live with me.)
I have no willpower (we can talk about this more if you’d like—but I do not).
Ive simply gotten to a place where I no longer seek the sweets.**
I think for me a great deal of this was never deciding to eliminate sugar. Im a rebel. A misfit. And in a way I believe we all are.
The moment we are told we cant have something —or not to thing about something—it becomes all we can focus upon.
And it’s for that reason I always come up EMPTY when asked for tips on breaking sugar addiction.
For me (apparently. upon reflection. thank you Tornado & bankerdude) it all started a full iteration BACK when I STOPPED, LISTENED TO MY BODY (food, fitness, family *and* faith) AND GAVE IT WHAT IT ASKED FOR.
- Are you a sweetLOVAH who finds herself surprisingly reformed? how did you learn to shed the sugar? <——TIPS PLEASE.
- Are you a SugarSlave who’s ready to shed the addiction? What have you tried? What has worked/not worked? <——LETS DISCUSS.
**Lest you believe Im bragging allow me to share another Tornado story. She announced, days later, DADA HAS A SWEET TOOTH. I had a moment of GO! MOM! until she continued & said: YOU MAMA SOSO HAVE A SALT TOOTH. (**cringe**) Yes. Yes I jerky-loving do.