One of the reasons I'm glad I'm not working in an office anymore!
At the newspaper office where I work, people rarely bring in treats just to be nice to everyone (there are a lot of pepole). But occasionally there'll be a birthday with cupcakes or some staff event that involves treats. Plus, every year around the holidays the paper holds a cookie recipe contest for readers. The food staff picks out the best looking eight or ten and bakes up batches of them. After the judges try them all, the rest get set out for employees.
Since I more or less quit eating sugar two years ago, I have reached the point where I can see that stuff sitting out and, although it looks kind of tasty and I'm curious enough to vaguely wish I could try some, I don't much care. I can pass it up with little craving or regret.
Whereas in the old days my big problem would be wondering how many I could take without raising eyebrows.
Over the past two years, I've cumulatively eaten about as much sugar as I probably have eaten in a single day -- around Halloween or Christmas, especially -- in the old days.
Last weekend I got kind of careless, though. My son was out in the country skateboarding with his friends and they decided to stop by the apple orchard where I used to take my sons when they were children. He brought home some apples, but also an apple pie -- I had a few small pieces, partly out of nostalgia and partly because it was really good pie.
But that could lead to a dangerous slippery slope. The more sugar you eat, the more you want.
