After eating Walt’s body weight in chocolate covered almonds and then inexplicably having a stomach ache, I realized that maybe I should re-evaluate the role of sugar in my diet. Now this is tricky because one of the beautiful and magical things about breastfeeding is that I can eat kind of like a teenage boy. Who plays hockey. And is bulemic. So normally the sign to eat less sugar would have shown up months ago in an inability to button my jeans. Now, however, it is disguised as dull stomach ache all day long.
How am I supposed to correlate my stomach to the food I eat? That just seems way too subtle.
So, my goal is now to cut out all sugary products (except for the honey in my lonely cup of coffee in the morning). Except for Sundays. On Sundays I will prepare a rich, and elaborate, dessert. I will perhaps allow others to eat this dessert, but probably not. This Sunday I’m making Apple Butter Cheesecake. That’s right, “butter” and “cheese” in the same dessert. Whoot.
