By: Kelley Shanita

Kelley Shanita — Mon, 27 Sep 2004 23:15:36 +0000

Oh wow, can I relate Dianne! As an O non-sec and a sugar addict, just
one cookie or piece of candy is all it takes for me to fall off the wagon!
It’s a constant struggle at “party” events and even at home when my partner
comes back from the store with a bag full of tempting, yet devistating treats.
I’m usually pretty good at resisting, but some days…..ooooh some days are just
harder than others. The sugar hangovers remind me of my past drinking days,
LOL!
Love,
Lilla
Hello. My name is Dianne and I am a drug addict. My
drug is sugar and
high-density carbohydrates. Make no mistake, I have come to
understand that
I am no less an addict than an alcoholic or narcotics abuser.
For five months I have been on a low-carbohydrate (no grains or sugars,

one
fruit per day), lower-fat (olive oil and healthier oils ok in
moderation)
diet that I have incorporated with ER4YT. Through this plan with
my doctor
in conjunction with the correction of my under-active thyroid, I have
lost
about 25 pounds (from 169 to 144) and am thinner than I have been
since
junior high. The last two months have been at a real plateau,
requiring my
full-fledged diet just to maintain the weight loss I’ve
acheived. I am just
one of those people who will ALWAYS have to watch my carbs and fat -
that’s
the burden of being a non-secretor with an under-active thyroid.
Last Saturday night I was at a swing dance and at 10:30pm they put out
the
“good cookies”. Although I have resisted them in the past, my
hormones have
been acting up (I also have very low estrogen issues) so I went ahead
a
grabbed a chocolate chip cookie. One cookie became at least a
dozen or more
cookies (I had to try all of them, of course) and the “jag”
began. With all
that sugar raging through my system, I was an unstoppable eating
machine.
Next thing I know, I’m in my car just before midnight driving around
lookig
for ice cream. I mean hey, once you’ve fallen off the wagon, why
not go for
it!! Unfortunately I found it and there I was, eating two huge
scoops of
Ghiardelli ice cream with a ton of roasted almonds on top at
midnight. Was
I actually hungry? of course not, but I couldn’t
stop. I was full after
only a few spoonfuls but I kept going until I had eaten every drop.
I was, of course, sick as a dog and felt hung over the whole next
day. (And
of course the scale clearly reflected my transgressions.) I tell
you all
this story in hopes that by sharing it I will come to understand
myself
better and perhaps give someone else the context with which they too
can
understand themselves better.
There is no moderation for me with these dangerous
substances. One cookie
for me is like one sip of booze to an alcoholic. I wish it were
different,
but it’s not. I am a generally healthly woman with a wonderful
life and so
much to be grateful for. Do I really sugar and wheat to make me
happy? Of
course not - I just need to keep reminding myself of that.
Embarrassed but enlightened,
Dianne in L.A.
— Lilla Luoma
— lillabell@…
Mitakuye oyasin….We Are All Related

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