Christmas Got Me Started, and Now I Can’t Stop Craving Sugar!
Time to pray for serenity In my sugar addiction and recovery
My name is Marilyn and I’m a sugar-aholic, and my life is unmanageable. I doubt I’m the only one.
If it sounds like I’m at a twelve-step meeting, it’s because I need to be. Sugar Addicts Anonymous — if there is such a thing. Were I at such a meeting, we might open with the serenity prayer. You know, the one that starts like this:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
Like how powerless I am over sugar.
By that, I mean I’m out of control. I got to see that on Christmas.
I know, I know, it’s a festive holiday when families get together and share special home-cooked — and baked — food. Often, lots and lots of it.
Moms and dads, aunties and uncles, siblings and cousins pull out all the stops with their cooking and baking.
My former mother-in-law sent care packages so we could sample the twelve kinds of Christmas cookies she baked every year. Twelve different kinds! Many of my friends do the same thing.
