Refined sugar is my drug of choice. Lately I’ve been on a binge. When my energy is flagging sugar is my go-to drug. It’s also my choice when I’m bored . . .in pain . . . when I’m sad, happy . . . when it’s raining . . . snowing (anywhere in the world) . . . cloudy, clear, night or day . . .
O’ lovely sugar
sweetest seductress ever
you never grow stale
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O’ sugar of mine
as pure as the falling snow
cooling my senses
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O’ sugar my love
with pangs in my head & heart
you are a goner
I’ve not been feeling very well lately and no longer know which comes first – sugar or my symptoms. Ultimately it makes no matter for I know that sugar is not good for me. For the next month I’m going to ATTEMPT to keep refined sugar and it’s “carrier” white flour at least 10 feet from my lips. (I was going to say mouth but I need those extra inches for safety.)
judy’s journal, collage
I’ve tried abstaining from eating refined sugar before . . . . wish me strength of character and will (luck isn’t going to cut it).
CURIOUS to the MAX 