I love sweets and I come from a family of sugar-lovers. Something to remember is that both of my parents (R.I.P.) were children during the Great Depression and my mother came from a poor trash family in the South–11 children in the family, and a wife-beating father.
So sweets were a glorious treat for my parents.
When I was growing up in the 1960s, NO ONE gorged themselves on sweets, and we children would never have dreamed of eating huge quantities of sweets. My mother cooked a cake, a pie, and cookies on Saturday (baking day), and on Saturday evening, my dad would bring ice cream home and we would all have a dish of ice cream while watching Jackie Gleason and Lawrence Welk–a SMALL dish of ice cream! Sometimes with Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup.
But that cake,pie, and cookies lasted ALL week in our family. Dad worked 3rd shift at a factory, and took a sweet treat to work with him every night–does anyone else remember those Tupperware pie-shaped containers that held just one slice of pie?
And when my brother and I had cookies, we had one cookie, usually as an after-school snack (or late after noon snack in the summer a few hours before dinner, but usually we had popsicles from the ice cream man during the summer).
It was only when I got older and went to college in the late 1970s that we started seeing “binges” on sweets–entire packages of Oreos eaten, or giant ice cream treats at the Baskin Robbins. I got caught up in it–it’s easy to do. My biggest weakness is soda–I just don’t like any other beverages, especially water. I don’t like coffee or tea, and juices hurt my stomach. (I do like whole fruit, though.)
But in the last several year, I’ve returned to doing sweets the way we did them in the 1960s–as a treat, not a “snack.” E.g., I made a French chocolate cake a few weeks ago, and we just finished it two nights ago. We ate 1 very thin piece every few days (not every day), and even served it for a dinner for my parents-in-law.
My point to this post is to suggest not “battling with sugar,” but practicing moderation. I started doing this seriously last summer, when I knew that I would be having knee replacement surgery within a year. I still have sweets, but very small amounts–instead of eating a whole package of Peeps (my favorite candy!), I eat one a day–one Peep! I keep the package in a ziploc bag, and they stay fresh for a few weeks. I order a small cone instead of three scoops. I don’t order dessert after a restaurant meal. I don’t buy donuts, although if someone brings them in, I will eat one (but I don’t eat the breakfast that I brought in). And biggest change of all–ONE 12-oz sugar soda a day, and diet soda (which I love, too!) the rest of the day.
Sugar is a food, and it is yummy!
One more thing–my dad died at age 84 of cancer (probably acquired from working in a factory around chemicals with no protective gear). A few weeks before he died, we asked him if there was anything he would have done differently. He said with a smile, “I wish I had eaten more.”
O