Overcoming sugar addiction: Uncovering pain

I could have called this post so many things:

• Desperate times call for desperate measures.
• Now I understand what crack addicts feel like in rehab.
• Mourning the loss of German Black Forest Cake.
  
• My husband and I can no longer eat the foods we love together, and that sucks.
• Please, gawd, make this torture stop. 
  

This used to be lunch.

But the truth of the matter is, I am hopeful that the process I am going through right this minute (and have gone through about 43,200 minutes already) will cease to feel desperate, not remind me of crack addiction, no longer have me mourning, allow me once again to eat meals with my husband, and have me not feeling as though I am being tortured most hours of most days of the week.

I’m hopeful that I will, indeed, overcome the sugar addiction that I have been unconsciously feeding for over a decade now. It went into overdrive when I met and married another sugar addict (isn’t that how it always goes?) and discovered I needed to drop sugar to heal a damaged gut (more on that later).

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