This is my cat. Her name is not Sugar. |
But that's not what this post is about.
It's about sugar.
Years ago, S&H eliminated all sugar and flour from her diet, started weighing and measuring her food and added karate. She lost a shitload of weight and now looks like Kim "Sugar Free" Couture.
Do you have any idea how many products contain sugar or flour?
Ummmm, all of them.
I freaked out when S&H decided to try this food plan. I mean FREAKED. What did that mean for me? Was I gonna have to eat that way too? I have given up alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and bad relationships but I REALLY like my carbs. In fact I've never met a carb I didn't love. What to do? What to do?
Did I mention I am also a Chub Scout?
So I took the plunge and for the past few years I've managed to not eat any sugar, dextrose, fructose, corn syrup or evaporated cane juice. I also gave up any and all processed flour. This state of affairs suddenly became very tenuous this afternoon.
S&H and I have a unique filing system called "throw everything into a bankers box and leave it there." Because of nerves and fears of an audit, I decided to tweak this system and organized all of our important documents by category, (taxes, credit card bills, receipts, marriage license, etc.) and then put them in a bankers box. Works well, this system.
For convenience sake I keep the bankers box on the floor of our extra bedroom which doubles as the cats' bedroom. Around 3:00 PM I went to get a receipt from said bankers box and found ....my cat had puked all over/in it. By the by, cat puke is extremely acidic, just in case you didn't know. Ate right through the damn manila folders.
What I wouldn't give for a Twinkie.