Sugar and I have a love/hate relationship.  Sort of like my last two marriages….I love sugar until it gets into my system and starts messing with me.

Having had my issues with food over the years, eating has always equaled love.  The more food, the more love.  And that unfortunately  has led to various ups and downs in size.

Lots of folks struggle with separating emotion from a substance.  Alcoholics drink to quash their feelings of shyness, inadequacy, fear, and all the rest.  Food addicts do the same, but for us it is the sugar that we love.  Anything that will convert into sugar in our bodies is fine..carbs do it the best…but pure sugar…now there is heaven/hell all rolled up in a neat package.

So why this montage of images and words?

I’m struggling.  I have allowed the demon in white back into my body and it is kicking my ass.

And what better thing to do on a dreary Sunday morning that to bitch and moan about my inability to make intelligent decisions?