I want to bake again. Anna's sicker. Bessie's sicker. I feel not-so-well, either. So what do I want? CHOCOLATE! Even if my metabolism acted normally, comfort eating is not something to be embraced more than very occasionally.
I still am having a hard time accepting I can't metabolize simple carbs. Heck, even when I avoid them, I still gain weight! That's totally wrong. But anyway, if I eat simple carbs only very rarely, it's not nearly as bad. And other things pay off: I feel better, my blood test values are good, etc.
I'm wondering if it will be a lifetime battle? The pull to eating food that's bad for me? I calculate so. I do come from a family of alcoholics. I'm the only one who doesn't drink to excess--and I'm the only heavy one--provocative, huh? I once read a book saying alcoholism is an inherited genetic addition to sugar.
Food for thought.
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