I’m gradually (VERY gradually) making peace with the fact that my body simply cannot tolerate sugar any longer. I feel better when I abstain both from it, and alcohol. Oddly enough, considering what a lush I am, I miss sugar far more than I miss booze. Taking Metformin really takes away my taste for alcohol, why it doesn’t have the same effect on sugar cravings I have no idea.
The fact of the matter is that I can cut out the sugar, abstain from booze and exercise moderately and probably have another 30-40 healthy years. Or I can continue as I have been and spend the next ten years in and out of the hospital having various body parts removed until I die from sepsis. Actually Whit has promised to kevorkian me before I get to that point, but it’s still not something I care to think about.
And keep in mind, I’m a third-generation baker. The thought of never making another peach cobbler, or gingerbread cookies really depresses the hell out of me. I feel that I’ll almost be depriving Luke of his birthright. He’s a normal kid and he should be able to have treats. So the burning question is do I have the willpower to bake without eating?