Several years ago, I ended a very rocky off again/on again relationship. I quit eating meat. A couple of years later, my daughter decided she didn’t want to eat meat anymore either. My wife, who never ate much meat anyway, followed suit too.
My charming son, who previously preferred potatoes and pasta to animal protein, no questions asked, has now declared himself the resident carnivore – the proud and mighty meat eating man of the house. I suspect the renewed commitment to meat consumption reflects his quest to define himself, the lone male, in a household with three girl people, three girl cats, and one neutered boy cat, who he tells me “does not count for the boy team, because we had him fixed”. So, testosterone driven or not, we support him in his life as a meat eater, and he supports us in ours.
Several months ago, I gave up crack, I mean sugar… again. After more than two years without the poison, I’d “relapsed” and felt sincerely mortified to find myself deep in the throes of a toxic relationship with it once again. That is always a good sign that you should stop eating something, when you realize that you not only have a “relationship” with a food, but that you describe it as toxic. Never a good sign, but if there is uncertainty, look for other signs you need to give it up. For example, how often have you had a hysterical fit of crying and screaming because someone used the last of the milk, without warning you or replacing it, leaving you with a dry bowl of Fruity Pebbles? If the answer is more than zero, you might want to give it some thought…
While I have no energy for the debate about whether one can be “addicted” to sugar or not, my relatively recently established policy prohibiting “toxic relationships” forced me to put down the spoon and walk away from sugar for good. Yes, I miss cake but there really isn’t anything that tastes better than sanity feels. I’ve resisted forcing my dietary choices on my family and friends, perhaps excessively so, and the living by example thing works slower than I ever imagined. It’s just me, living sugar-free, and while it is a difficult choice at times, I live with certainty that it is best for me (and everyone who encounters me).