It has a hold on me like nothing else.  After I had my surgery, I didn’t eat it for over a year. Slowly, but surely, it’s crept its way back into my life making me a slave to its sweet goodness.  

I will eat sugar until I’m sick and then still want more.  I will compromise my health to have one bite.  

Addiction runs in my family.  There’s tons of alcoholics and a few druggies and me, the sugar addict.  

I crave it, can’t wait to eat it, but afterwards I beat myself up over what I had done.  It’s like I can’t stop myself.  

I need to stop this craziness.  I need to stop before the surgery was for nothing.  

I’m putting all of this behind me…

1. Ex husband arrested for statutory rape

2. Losing $700 a month in income

3. Son’s extreme anxiety 

4. Working 70hrs a week to make up for lost income

5. Other son’s severe depression

6. Sister’s stage IV lung cancer

7. My depressive episode

8. Tearing my meniscus 

9. Mom almost dying

10. Breaking my nose