This post contains no solutions or suggestions, just a freaky analogy and some sugar-free food for thought.
“Would you like a cinnamon sugar scone?”
This was the refrain from the United flight attendant as she strolled up and down my plane’s aisle. The smell was intoxicating. The man next to me couldn’t resist. He gobbled it up in about 14 seconds as he sipped his complimentary Coke and perused the comic section of the Los Angeles Times.
Frankly, the dude was high. Envision with me the same sweet (see?) voice uttering different words to a plane full of cocaine addicts.
“Would you like a line of blow?” she sings in my daydream, proudly displaying a mirror, a rolled up hundred and a freshly cut line.
I know, this is an extreme parallel, but fairly appropriate. From Dr. Mark Hyman:
You are hooked — a junkie mainlining some of the worst, deadliest drugs on the planet: sugar and anything that turns to sugar in your body. We now know — because it has been scientifically proven — that sugar is more powerfully addictive than alcohol, cocaine or even heroin.
The sugar pusher wears a sly smile. He knows that suggesting to you that you are dependent on his drug won’t hurt his business. Ask your crack dealer, he’ll tell you the stuff kills, then break out a rock and trade you for your crisp ducketts. From huffingtonpost.com:
Twenty years later, as an artisan candy maker, I am always left feeling dismayed by a trip to my local supermarket. Even when you put aside the dizzying array of brightly-colored, artificially-sweetened bags of candy in the candy aisle, there is no doubt that we are a nation addicted to sugar.
We all sell drugs and break the cardinal rule of the game in the process. Never get high on your own supply.
Have you not invited loved ones into your home and broken out a spread of bagels and coffee? “How do you take it, one lump, or two?”
If this gets serious enough, I’ll stage an intervention at the local Y. You bring the refreshments. We’ll party together.