I Have a Confession to Make: I'm Addicted. And It's Not to Love...

It's taken me years to grasp this. I thought I understood it. I thought I had it all figured out, but I was wrong. I was totally off base. I didn't have a clue. I don't want to believe it, but alas, it's true. I'm an addict. Thank goodness it's not to an illegal substance, but maybe this substance should be illegal. It's a hidden killer, it prematurely ages you...but it tastes sooo good. What am I talking about? If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm taking about those white crystals, that smack, that delicious crunch. I'm talking about SUGAR!!!!! It's the bane of my existance.

I need to get healthier. I must lose some weight. Sugar is my nemesis. It stands between me and a lot of bad-ass clothes in my closet. I have to tackle my love of Sugar. I have to wrestle my desire for it and put it in a choke-hold. Can I do it? Honestly, I don't know. I've said yes in the past, but Sugar (Yeah. I'm capitalizing it. I'm personifying it. Um-hum) laughed at me and made me it's slave.

Oh heck. As I'm writing this, a commercial came on advertising a birthday cake flavored limited edition milkshake. I said to my friend, that I'm going to go get one--as I'm writing about ditching Sugar! *shakes head* Pitiful.

Yup. I'm sick. Join me as I try to beat this thing. As the need arises, I'll post about it---I think. I'll call it The Sugar Chronicles. Let's see how it goes...

Toodles ya'll