Approximately once each month, my nutritionist, Sally South, of Cornerstone Health Coaching Group, and I get together for lunch to discuss my progress and for her to tweak my nutritional program. Recently, we met and drove down to Sushi Station on Randall Road in Elgin.
While dining she handed me two sheets of paper from Discover Chiropractic titled “78 Ways Sugar Can Ruin Your Health.” You may recall how I recently wrote of how mean she is ‘attacking’ my consumption of sugar. I’ve decided it’s not that she’s mean. No, I now think that she’s obsessed.
The list starts with warnings about sugar’s effect on the immune system and the body’s mineral balance. In the third point, it states that sugar can cause “crankiness in children.” I find that hard to swallow. After all, I have such fond memories of sugar when I was a kid.
I remember how I looked forward to my mother making Christmas cookies, built and baked with love, and drums of sugar. She made about a dozen kinds of Christmas cookies, many of them coated with colored sugar, powdered sugar or sugar-based icing. She spent hours applying … no, that’s not the right word … she spent hours decorating the cookies. Then she boxed them. She built trays of assorted cookies for us, and to give to friends.
And, throughout the year, there was always store-bought cookies. There was ice cream. There was brown sugar in oatmeal. I put sugar on most cereals and, if I didn’t, it was because it came in the box with enough sugar already.
Think about that: ‘enough sugar already.’ When I was young, the idea that anything had enough sugar on it was unlikely, to say the least.
Sugar made it easier for “the medicine to go down.” Nicer restaurants brought bowls of sugar cubes to our tables. Adults thought these were for their coffee or tea. I knew better. It was an appetizer – just fine straight up.
Clearly, my love affair with sugar goes way back. How could something that sprinkles so much joy on my memories be bad. With all the happiness sugar brought, I’m sure my parents appreciated that I was a much more pleasant child, too. But, Sally just won’t let go of her obsession with taking my sugar away.
It’s as if ………… What was I talking about?
I’m sorry, lost my train of thought when the waitress went by to another table carrying a tray of cakes and pies.