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\nPepsi sadly couldn’t teach the world to sing<\/a>
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You wouldn\u2019t know it to look at me. Always running around or riding my bike, I sweat it off as fast as I can suck it in. But true addiction is born.<\/p>\n
Fast forward to early adulthood<\/strong> Later\u2026<\/strong> It\u2019s a mad mad mad mad world<\/strong> Three months ago<\/strong> The first few days are headache-ridden. I rough it out. Soon I settle into a routine. This involves savouring everything I still allow myself, which is plenty, and not giving in to psychological hunger for empty calories. As long as I\u2019m at it I cut out snacks and keep a food diary, giving myself a reasonable caloric allowance for my activity level.<\/p>\n It\u2019s not really that hard. It helps that I often tell myself it isn\u2019t forever; one day I will have fudge again. It\u2019s just that today, then today, then today again, is not that day.<\/p>\n My pants (after 20 years in this country I still can\u2019t quite bring myself to call them trousers) loosen their grip around my waist. No wonder, a stone and the better part of another stone has disappeared, who knows where. I\u2019m no whippet, but I\u2019m fighting trim. It feels good to be here again. Whenever my resolve weakens I hike up my pants and think, well, not today.<\/p>\n I\u2019ll always be a sugar addict.<\/p>\n Thank you for listening.<\/p>\n [Sits down without a glance at the table of biscuits and root beer<\/a>. They don\u2019t go together anyway.]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" [Takes a symbolic 12 steps to the podium.] Hello. My name is Sam, and I\u2019m a sugar addict. [Pauses for \u201cHello Sam.\u201d The sympathy in the air is palpable.] It started when I was a child. Candy bars bought with … Continue reading ![\"scarface\"](\"http:\/\/prettygoodbritain.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/scarface.jpg\")
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\nSugarface<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n
\nStill eating crap, still mostly getting away with it. I\u2019m in deep.<\/p>\n![\"bassetts\"](\"http:\/\/prettygoodbritain.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/bassetts.jpg\")
\nWords would be superfluous here<\/em><\/p>\n
\nMy wife gets a job at an ice cream shop in Brooklyn. Needless to say it comes with fringe benefits. Chocolate dipped sundries. A gummy menagerie. Ice cream by the pint. Bassetts butterscotch, OMG. By conservative estimate I gain 35lbs. I could blame my metabolism, but really, who\u2019s kidding who.<\/p>\n![\"weighstation\"](\"http:\/\/prettygoodbritain.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/weighstation.jpg\")
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\nScale says what?!?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWe move to the UK. Not long after arriving I decide to go vegetarian (thanks mad cow disease) then vegan, also cutting out refined sugar, if not sugar substitutes (hello agave syrup). The weight falls off\u2026 then over the years, creeps back up again, though not as much as the Bassetts era. I take up bicycling<\/a> in a big way, which helps. From time to time I binge. I\u2019m never again clinically obese, but I am clinically annoyed with myself.<\/p>\n![\"stop\"](\"http:\/\/prettygoodbritain.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/stop.jpg\")
\nOK you made your point<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAfter one big sigh too many I completely stop eating foods with added sugar. I\u2019m not obsessive about it\u2014compromised condiments<\/a>, for example, are allowed on the table\u2014but anything that can be unambiguously labelled a dessert is verboten.<\/p>\n![\"fudgelove\"](\"http:\/\/prettygoodbritain.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/fudgelove.jpg\")
\nFudge loves you too<\/em><\/p>\n