I’m in M&M rehab, which is kind of like watching the Terminator and Darth Vader collide.
It seems I covered this sensitive subject before. On a Thursday. Back in 2009.
Somewhere, I fell off the “No sugar, Sugar!” wagon, and here I am again.
Back in M&M rehab.
It’s not just M&Ms, though they are my stress food of choice. It’s refined sugar — in coffee, in tea, on breakfast cereal. Jam on toast, syrup on pancakes/French toast/crepes. COOKIES! It’s viral, I tell ya.
I’ve had to quit. Cold turkey. No sugar. On anything. No artificial sweeteners. They taste like sugar, and it is the sweet taste of sugar that I must be rid of.
Love you, baby, but you’re killing me.
Just Say No to sugar.
And that made me think about The Archies and…
As much as I love you sugar, we’re breaking up.
You can have your class ring back.
Don’t think of it as being dumped. Liar. Liar. Pants on fire.
Kicked to the curb.
I’m sorry! Okay? Not really.
You’re just bad for me.
It’s not you. It’s me… The ultimate kiss-off.
I think that went well, don’t you?