I decided to write about candy today. Because I find sugary things as a very controversial subject among my house.
My dad owns a bike store. Ultimate heath foodie, athlete, old man, right here. He won't eat anything with sugar, except for a spoonful of ice cream straight from the tub when we are actually permitted to have any of the heavenly substance in the house. The only cereals in my house ever are Grape Nuts and Shredded Wheat. And the occasional Honey Nut Cheerios during the school year. One time, my brother Clyde, bought his own Lucky Charms and kept them stashed in his room. As "healthy" as this makes my life, I have come to realize just how bad it makes me really eat.
Because I am deprived of sugary things in the house, it makes me believe that I can eat whatever when I'm not in my house and be okay. (One of the reasons I love spending the night with my cousins is that they have a constant stream of Cocoa Puffs and all that heaven)
Now, I love sugar, and unfortunately, the only candy I don't like is Chiclets gum. Like really, who wants to eat something flavored "violet"?
I got a blood test back last month and apparently I have semi-high blood sugar. Now, we're not talking diabetes, but still I need to lay off the sugar.
*eats strawberry muffin with frosting*
Seriously, lay off.
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