When I was a kid I would sneak into the kitchen and get out the sugar bowl. Then I would reach into the pantry and pull out the Mrs. Baird’s Bakery White Bread, thin sliced. I would root around in the refrigerator until I found the Parkay, Butter, Parkay, Butter, Parkay. I would slather an unhealthy layer of Parkay onto the thin sliced white bread. I would then spoon an even unhealthier dose of those magical white granules all over the bread. Then I would fold that Parkay sugary mess together and savor every bite. It was wonderful and fulfilled my need for the crunchy sweetness to which I have been forever addicted.
Now when you are 10 years old and weigh 42 pounds you can eat all the sugar sandwiches you want. Heck when you find yourself at 18 still only weighing 68 pounds your doctor and mother encourage you to eat sugar sandwiches. Oh and drink beer. Yes I had a doctor’s prescription to drink beer, I had a great childhood. Then you find yourself in your late twenties and you think maybe you should eat something a little healthier. You get on the scales and see that you still are less than 80 pounds you think, hum, maybe just one more won’t hurt. Then one day you wake up and your way too near to the half century mark. There you are still slathering the Parkay on bread while you lovingly caress the sugar bowl and it hits you. You are far from that 100 pound mark and not in the negative direction. Your jeans don’t fit and you’ve been reduced to wearing your husbands sweat pants. You realize it is time to start eating a bit healthier.
I hid the sugar bowl in the upper recesses of the further most cabinet. I traded my Parkay in for Smart Balance and my white thin sliced Mrs. Bairds for Flax Seed bread. I cut up four pounds of celery and cubed some carrots. I toasted some almonds and shelled some sunflower seeds. Healthy eating for me only from now on. I mean I only have so much time left right? I really should do something about my weight and my high cholesterol, right? So I have made the commitment.