Confessions of a former sweet-o-holicI'm Angie, and I'm a sweet-o-holic. At my lowest point, I would chow down on probably half a pound of sugar a day in muffins, in cakes, in brownies, sugar-coated cereal, chocolate, chocolate, ice cream, did I mention chocolate? But the less obvious sweets in my diet? Soda. I probably drank about 36 oz or more a day of caffeinated, fizzy full sweet stuff. I guzzled calories and sugar all day long. When I decided to do this whole diet thing, I decided to go cold turkey. I hated the taste of diet soda, so I didn't see much alternative than to just cut myself off. It's not the caffeine I needed, I just really enjoyed the sweetened goodness of a tall glass of fountain Pepsi with ice.
Weeks went by, and I missed my carbonated friend. A lot. I decided that since he had too many calories for me to really justify, I would finally give his no-cal friend a try.At first my tastebuds felt betrayed. How dare I try to pass off this pretender. It tastes nothing like what I wanted and the tastebuds did not hide their distain. But I persisted. My brain wanted the real thing and the debate was on. Who would win, my brain or my mouth? Well, the battle continues but a very strange thing happened. I still don't really enjoy the diet stuff, and that's not all bad. I mean, it's packed with chemicals and really I should be drinking a lot more ice cold water instead. So I do, but I still want the soda. Only... My tastebuds don't want it anymore. I poured myself a little Pepsi the other day and took a swig. Whoah, it tasted like I was drinking Karo syrup or something. My tastebuds have adjusted to the lack of sugary treats and soda and they don't even like that stuff as much anymore. Let's not get crazy, I'll never dislike cake and ice cream and chocolate...mmmmchocolate...oops, a little daydream there. Where was I? Oh yes, I'll never give up my sweets, but moderation has become the key and I don't need those treats to be uber sweet anymore. I never thought I'd see the day. |
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