I realized this morning that I am depressed--for the first time in...a month? The connection to sugar was inescapable, but nevertheless I did an internet search on "Can sugar cause depression?" I got back 27 million responses on Google.
Then I considered addiction. I already knew, know, and have known for a long time that sugar is addictive. Why do we do this to ourselves? Oh, one won't hurt...hah!
My sugar consumption began innocuously enough a week ago (on my unavoidable road trip to Idaho) with a spoonful of raspberry jam on a piece of home made bread. The next day I had another piece of bread and jam AND that evening I ate a rich dessert with my dinner. The next day I had the bread and jam AND a large Foster Freeze soft serve cone. The next day I had TWO Foster Freeze soft serve cones, and (upon finally getting home again), I ate bread with butter and HONEY until I was full (that's called binging). I ended the next day with TWO PINTS OF ICE CREAM. Last night I had THREE PIECES OF BIRTHDAY CAKE. Addiction? Duh!
So, I guess it's like being an alcoholic (or as I am, a cigarette-aholic): you can't have just one--ever.
Okay, back to basics, forgive and forget, today is the first day of the rest of my life.