feelling kinda helpless
as my boy and hubby get ready to 'beg' for candy tonight, i feel the old
anxieties and worries creeping up my back and throat.
tell me why, again, people have to trick or treat? sugar is poison. i've got a disease
that's not quitting, no matter what i do to control it. my eyes, my kidneys, my hands, my feet, my toes have all suffered.
yet, hubby and son ignore all of this, and insist on participating in the sick fest of
ultimate refined sugar glut. not only do they collect, they hoard and eat the crap. it
lasts for days. i do as much as i can to get rid of the excess while my boy isn't looking, i have to say i'm sure he doesn't get all of it, he gets a good majority, tho.
he told me recently that he hates me for throwing his candy out.
he said one of his earliest memory was being 4 and having to give up his loot.
trying to decipher if it's me, or him i think i'm helping. i won't be tempted by the junk, it's not about that. i actually think it's concern and fear for him, and for my hubby who could do with less refined sugar.
tonight is a tough time for me.
as i stay close to the front door, handing out little pouches of 'famous amos' cookies, which don't have high fruitcose corn syrup, but do have 280 calories i'm dressed in my witch costume.
and i feel the part.
arrrrrrrrrrrrr.
anxieties and worries creeping up my back and throat.
tell me why, again, people have to trick or treat? sugar is poison. i've got a disease
that's not quitting, no matter what i do to control it. my eyes, my kidneys, my hands, my feet, my toes have all suffered.
yet, hubby and son ignore all of this, and insist on participating in the sick fest of
ultimate refined sugar glut. not only do they collect, they hoard and eat the crap. it
lasts for days. i do as much as i can to get rid of the excess while my boy isn't looking, i have to say i'm sure he doesn't get all of it, he gets a good majority, tho.
he told me recently that he hates me for throwing his candy out.
he said one of his earliest memory was being 4 and having to give up his loot.
trying to decipher if it's me, or him i think i'm helping. i won't be tempted by the junk, it's not about that. i actually think it's concern and fear for him, and for my hubby who could do with less refined sugar.
tonight is a tough time for me.
as i stay close to the front door, handing out little pouches of 'famous amos' cookies, which don't have high fruitcose corn syrup, but do have 280 calories i'm dressed in my witch costume.
and i feel the part.
arrrrrrrrrrrrr.