Sugar – My Addiction

sugarSugar has been the horse that’s been riding me all my life. My earliest introduction to it came from my Oma. My mother is a post-war child and remembers well how much her early life revolved around rations. Sugar was a coveted and much treasured pantry staple. By the time I came around rations were a thing of the past but not the relationship many people continued to have to items which were at one point rare and dear. As the first (and for twelve years only) grandchild I was spoiled. Of course modern parenting notions didn’t exist back then and my reward for helping, or behaving well, or simply the innate affectionate behavior of a normally developing child was invariable a sweet treat. To this day I remember the large, ornate,  hinged cookie tin my grandparents had on their dressing table in their bedroom. Filled to the brim with a variety of candies to which I enjoyed unlimited access (as long as I made sure the dog didn’t get into the room) , the gleaming chest of sugary treats to this day represents images of childhood in my mind, right along with the pansies in Oma’s garden, the sweet carrots in Opa’s garden, and the woodshed in the backyard.
My craving and love for sugar has remained a constant all my life. And now, at the tail end of 40 I know I need to find a way to kick it.  I love wine. I mean really, really love it.  And with society making ‘Mommy drinks wine’ an acceptable meme I wonder how many low key alcoholics like me are actually out there. A fair amount I’ll wager. I don’t drink during the day. I don’t drink to excess. But every evening will see me drinking two glasses of wine. On rare occasions three. I believe my craving for wine in the evening is in truth my sugar addiction rearing it’s ugly head. And with a family history of diabetes this is bad news. I also have rosacea, a chronic inflammatory disease, and I know that that’s only the visible effects my sugar addiction has on me. With each passing year I grow more nervous and I must start the journey and take a step each day until I reach that mountain top. Being married to another person overly fond of alcohol doesn’t make quitting easy as he loves to talk me into having just a glass to justify his partaking. But stop it I must if I wish to get rid of my rosacea, some of my excess weight, my increasingly achy joints, my dry and miserable skin. I’ve seen when I stop drinking wine and eating sugar my body responds favorably within a few days.

Red wine is poured from bottle to glass, wooden background
Baked goods and carbohydrates are another addiction hand in hand with my passionate affair with sugar. I enjoy baking breads and cookies, and cakes, and my daughter loves baking them along with me. We all love eating freshly baked carbs and my sugar addiction is happy.  For now I think I’ll first work on stopping alcohol and sweet treats. I am not sure if I can continue to put sugar in my tea and coffee. Fortunately sodas and other sugary drinks don’t feature high on my list, but the few sodas I’d drink during the week shall be the first to get the axe.


What experiences with kicking a sugar addiction have you had? What worked for you?

With a Smile,



Waking Up


Japanese Weeping Maple and Birch tree. Awakening with a sharp edge, a burst of robust color, a zest and zeal for life. The blanket for a little boy, naught but a babe now. Not a blanket to be stored unused and lifeless in a cupboard lest it be ruined by grubby hands, but a blanket to be used for comfort, a shield against monsters,  imbued with good wishes and spells as it was knitted and patiently stitched.