where's the sugar

I can always sniff out sweetness

After some health concerns last summer, I went to a naturopath. The results were both pleasing and annoying.

I’m pleased that I can change my diet and feel better.

I’m annoyed that one of the things that I need to minimize is refined sugar.

Dairy was difficult - I love cheese.

And I love feeling better even more.

I can’t have soy.

That’s tragic, really.

“No, I’m afraid I can’t come to your vegetarian BBQ for tofu steaks. I have a food sensitivity. Mind if I bring some beef?

Glorious considering the circles I run in. If only I knew this decades ago when I was nearly temphe’d to death by a hippie twit that I wanted to impress.

So no soy for this boy!

But refined sugar?

Really?

I was raised on pop tarts.

There’s something important here.

Last week I was with my friends.

Yes.

I have friends.

And we were discussing our childhood.

Zeke took the pop tart boxes from the grocery bag in his house directly to his room. “I used to heat them up with the lightbulb on my desk lamp,” he mused.

Me?

I was a toaster ov…