Is it possible to become sugar-free and still be fun, exciting and interesting? Since when does eating sugar make me any of those things, anyway? Strange what unseemingly connected things get tangled together when I think of sucrose.
When I was young, growing up an athiest in the Bible Belt of northern Texas, I used to lose friends because they thought I was going to hell (apparently, the telepathic abilities of sixth graders in the town was overwhelming, since I lost quite a few friends that way). As an adult, I fear I may lose them if I give up sugar.
I know; I know. What kind of friends are they if the only thing we have in common is this? So I suppose it's not so much giving up the sugar that scares me as the loss of this ability I have to bond so easily with people over sugar-related activities. Eating ice cream with colleagues. Bringing cupcakes to a party. Sharing a glass of wine.
Ah, the libation. I have never seen the connection between sugar and alcohol so clearly before. The only reason I can drink martinis at the moment is because they normally involve some sort of Pucker. But I don't have to ask what James Bond would think of that to know that it's an inauthentic fondness.
If I were to give up sugar, I guess I'd have to define myself through other activities, so it seems worthwhile to list what I could do other than eat sweets.
-Get good at riding a motorcycle
-Learn Mandarin
-Enter a running race
Let's see how long this lasts.
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