Confessions of a sugar addict

They say the first step to solving addiction is admitting that you have one.

Step one complete.

Step two, eat a sweet while considering the necessity of step two.

Now this is not necessarily an addiction I would like to solve, perhaps tone it down a little, but not completely diminish it.

Once again, a lot of people would disagree with me, health experts, nutritionists, my mother and so on and so forth.

But I am adamant about having something sweet, even just a small taste, on a daily basis and I shall remain adamant and stubborn until I am no longer capable of stuffing my face.

Someone once told me life is bitter enough without a little sweetness on the side.

This has inspired me even more to make every bitter day sweeter.

And I took it upon myself to fulfil this daily inspiration with sweetness.

Some days are a little too hectic to think of something sweet, but then I’ll wake up the next morning in a very bad mood until I get my daily fix of sugary delight, even if it is in the form of half a spoon extra sugar in my coffee.

At least it’s something.

Ice-cream is my ultimate downfall.

I always say, I’ll eat a bowl of ice-cream at 3am in the middle of a snowy winter, sitting with my bare bum in the snow, and enjoy it I shall.

There is absolutely no beating the smooth, creamy and frosty taste of ice-cream melting in your mouth.

I am very much saddened by the fact that I cannot always get hold of my favourite tub of ice-cream of all time.

I have been to so many shops on my journey of finding my blueberry cheesecake ice-cream to much disappointment.

Then I’ll get all childish-like, turn around and walk away, empty-handed and ice-cream-less.

I want that or I want nothing.

It hasn’t been much of a success because the need for the frosty treat still arises quite frequently.

So I settled for second best or whichever flavour I find myself in the mood for on that specific day.

It satisfies the need at least, but it’s not blueberry cheesecake.

Funny enough, being a lunatic-raving sweet-tooth, I don’t fancy chocolate all that much.

I will definitely eat it when offered, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not a craving I usually endure.

But if I could have it my way, and if there wouldn’t be as many consequences to eating so many of them as there unfortunately are, I would buy boxes and boxes of jelly sweeties.

This is also my other downfall.

Any sweet that has an inkling of wobbliness or “squishy-ness” and I shall devour all traces of it.

Whether it be jelly babies, whose heads I always bite off first because I feel all evil and stuff then, or those little milk bottle thingies you get.

I do realise that it is a very unhealthy liking and that it does all sorts of medical-things-with-long-names to a person, but how can something that tastes so good, at the same time be so bad?

It’s not natural.

Hard sweets are a definite no-no.

I do not like having to break my teeth and my jaw to get some semblance of eating a sweet.

The whole point of jelly treats is that it’s nice and chewy.

I’ve been told that the things that are the best and healthiest for a person, taste the worst. Like medicine.

The most disgusting syrups will get you back to normal in no time, but not the nice tasting ones.

So when I used to walk in the shops with my mom, she refused to go down the best aisle in the entire store, according to me, because in past experience we would walk down and lovely little me would pile in the nice sweeties as we walk past.

Or I would sneak in a pack or two while waiting in line, she would only see this after it’s been swiped and then I’m in the clear.

Because what else can she do now, it’s already been paid for, hasn’t it?

I’ll just get the evil eye and a shake of the head and I’m smiling on my merry way to the car.

Even when I go to a restaurant with my other half, family or friends, all the other adults would take alcoholic drinks.

Not me. No.

I want my double-thick chocolate milkshake with a spoon and a straw.

And I’ll sip delightfully on my double-thick chocolate milkshake whilst surrounded by beer, wine and brandy.

Needless to say, I’m usually the designated driver.

So when I am ever asked what my preference is, it is quite easy to explain.

Love sweet things, like salty things, hate sour stuff and despise anything bitter.

Oh, and I loathe those things that originate from the ocean and that still have eyes looking up at me or legs pointing accusingly at me.

Dreadful things those.