220 to 260 nights a year in hotels here. Peppermints, sweet chocolates - they’re often there, sugar bombs just waiting to be consumed and then jack up the insulin level. You walk in the doorway, and there they are, on the pillow, on a tray, on the desk, the TV stand…
Always used to eat them. They were free. They were there. They were gone and I wished there were more.
It’s taken a couple months, but thoughts of insulin resistance and insulin spiking won out. Attractive, but poison. I don’t need that. I don’t really miss them. 17 days in my last hotel stay, and by the end I wasn’t even noticing those candies that I didn’t eat.
A tiny piece of the puzzle, a small parcel of freedom and peace of mind.