I am sitting here with a not-quite-a-migraine, roaring headache. These little black floaters are swinging past and the lights are out. Actually, that could be said literally - my personal lights are OUT. I don't feel like working or cleaning or eating (a rarity). I am content to be miserable. There is nothing worse that a whiny, menopausal, sugar-craving woman who is reaching out to those who would like to commiserate. Not only am I menopausal; it is my first day without sugar.
I LOVE sugar. Raw sugar in my coffee, brown sugar on my oatmeal, honey in my tea, fabulous preserves on my scones, ice cream in any flavor. My daughter just made the most delicious autumnal tasting ice cream, with hints of cinnamon, ginger, clove, nutmeg and a kick of cayenne. Well, my tongue was in heaven, tasting this silky melt in your mouth creaminess and pictures of pumkins and spiced apples came to mind. A few seconds later however, my throat clutched and my eyeballs popped. She overdid it with the pepper, but it didn't matter, though, 'cause I LOVE ice cream. I can eat it when I have a sore throat. Maybe it'll numb it?
So, this morning I had my coffee without the pretty crystals and my oatmeal sans the familiar unven brown sugary lump. I had one of those Birds Eye "Steamers" vegetable combinations and come cottage cheese for lunch. Now I am recuperating from that god-awful boring lunch and am sipping on a cup of "Bankok" flavored green tea - those adorable triangular teabags from Harney & Sons. Sorry. Just not the same without the honey.
We all struggle with food on some level, whether it be weight related issues or allergies or dysfunctions of some sort. Like not touching the double rich butter pecan ice cream screaming from the freezer. Maybe if I melt down all the ice cream and just devour the pecans it wouldn't be so bad? As a nougat hater, I often wonder if anyone else eats Baby Ruths like corn on the cob, to get just the caramel, peanuts and chocolate? My younger daughter craves salt and hot sauce. I look upon her with envy. If only I craved mexican food, I lament. I could give up those tortilla chips in a nano second. Alas, my constant battle is with the white stuff. Problem is, I cannot battle alone. I need support. I need coddling because I am a baby.
A sugarbaby.
So, tell me your weird eating habits as I travel down this path. My head is ready to explode and it's only day 1. Sigh.
