2020 Dessert Mission
I’m just a woman in her 30′s trying to eat desserts every day.
There is indisputable evidence that sugar can affect the brain more negatively than cocaine*. I’m not here to refute this fact. I just want to confess to the world that I don’t want to die of an overdose or be sugared up to the point that I cant recognize my face in the mirror. For the record, my friends have never set up an intervention, but I have made questionable choices in the past. Such as polishing off three or four flavorless cupcakes with the waxy frosting at a baby shower, or nibbling around the burnt bits of a chocolate chip cookie. Once, I contemplated the risks of eating an ice cream cone that freakishly slipped from my hand and smashed, scoop-first, on the ground.
I don’t particularly appreciate feeling guilty about eating desserts, but desserts aren’t the problem. My problem is I eat sad sweets; stale donuts and freezer burn Bomb Pops® are not good choices for me to make. I can be happier. I want to enjoy all of the treats I eat and so I must change. I now realize if that’s what I want, then I can’t be a dessert fiend that disappears into the dark corners at the office holiday party, stuffing my body with all nine dessert options simply because I didn’t have to pay for them. My name is Rachel, and I am coping with a dessert addiction. Hear me, world: I’m on a mission to find balance in my love for desserts.
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