Today’s blog post is less about me, and more about you. Because, you know, I love ya. It’s where I turn into your worried mother, or your nagging wife, or your know-it-all sister. Sounds great, right! You can’t wait to read on! But please, read on. Today, I want to attempt to impress something upon you that I fully intend to be for your own good (told you I’d sound like your mother!). It’s something that might just extend your life, provided you stay out of the path of city buses and marauding jungle cats.
I want you to think about drastically, and I mean DRASTICALLY, cutting down your sugar intake.
*Grabbing you around the knees*
*Blocking the door*
*Not letting you run away*
I know, I know — it’s like I just suggested that you skip Christmas or quit petting puppies, but honestly, I’m having a bit of an epiphany here on this Whole30 adventure. I’m learning stuff. I’m opening my eyes and turning my face to some serious science that is, bit by bit, proving, at a fairly damning level, that excess sugar is a drug, like cocaine or heroin. And, even worse, it gets to the level of being a poison. It’s hella bad, lovies. Continue reading