Mean friend

So it's official. I can't be friends with sugar for a while. Well, not good friends at least. I may let sugar visit once in a while; a supervised visit. 

When I was younger I was convinced that sugar was my friend. It was always there when I really needed it and always made me feel better for a little while. It didn't seem to judge or take sides. It didn't even seem to demand a lot from me and was quite happy to hang around until I wanted it. It didn't cost much and offered so much variety. 

As I got older I realised that this friendship came at a price, and getting on the scales today made me realise that this price is now too high. 

They, and by 'they' I'm talking about the sugar manufacturers and all those connected with it, say that sugar is a great friend in moderation. What they don't tell you is that for the average adult human, 'moderation' is the sugar equivalent of one whole apple. Two whole apples is pushing it from moderation to slight excess. 

If I'm not addicted then it should be easy to break off my friendship with sugar, however the above table shows that it isn't going to be that easy. I answered 'B' for too many questions to doubt my imbalanced relationship with sugar.

So from today, for a month, I will work at breaking off my friendship with sugar because it turns out that sugar is a mean friend, and no-one needs a mean friend in their life. A mean friend isn't really a friend at all.