On the 3rd Day, God Created Sugar

I'm so sorry you have to read another blog about sugar.

If you have fully invested in this blog (poor you!) then you are aware that I have a full blown addiction to sugar. I give it up on occasion and feel on top of the world and then I taste something sweet and it's all over again. I start feeling lousy and bad about myself. Lucky for me, I have a wonderful friend like Aileen who reminds me that sugar was used in Medieval times to help people take medicine. Its addictive properties were compared to cocaine (I think she said this during our breakfast the other day but I cannot be too sure as I was suffering from the Delirium Tremors. Again.)

Anyway, I decided that after a rough Valentine's week, I would once again take a vacay from the sweets. I also felt like I couldn't eat meat anymore and now I am off food that once had a mother.

I made it through 3 days, and on the 3rd day there was church. Thankfully, my husband forced us all to go because I had a lot of praying to do.

As I knelt down, it went something like this:

"Please God, give me the strength to give up sweets. Please, help me get through this day where I will be preparing a "Tickle Your Funny Bone" chocolate pudding filled cake, loaded with Reeses peanut butter cups and fresh whipped cream for Carissa's 21st bday. Please let me not succumb to licking the bowl, the spatulas, the cut up candy. And if you can God, please help me at the next bday party for Corinna where I know there will be more cake and sugar mocking me next to the bowl of fruit.

Please God. Give. Me. Strength."

And then I thought, God must be so freakin tired of people saying "Give me this, or Give me that". Who wants to win the Powerball, who wants skinnier thighs, who wishes their neighbors would move. God has a LOT on his plate. Does he really need to focus on a Sugar Addict?

So, I changed my prayer to this, "Please God, help me find the strength within to overcome my addiction" so he wouldn't feel so much pressure. (I know you think this is silly, but you know the people in AA pray to God and taking One Day at a Time is really the only thing I have to cling to right now. )

I said my prayer and felt like I was on the right path. I would find my own strength. I would dig deep within and take responsibility. No blaming God for this one.

And then suddenly, I got a whiff of the girl next to me. She smelled like maple syrup and breakfast sausage.

I wanted to lick her jacket.

Dear God, is this some kind of joke?