Hello, I’m the FAT-AZZ formerly known as Flaco, which is Spanish for skinny in case you didn’t know. It’s funny, but I was called this throughout my school years and I HATED the nickname though for much of that time I too, did not know what it meant. Sounded derogatory to me I guess, and at age 12, being called SKINNY was fighting words no matter what language you used. Call me skinny now, I dare ya…I triple dog dare ya!
Over the years I packed on the weight. My diet has always been a strange mix of healthy, simple, whole foods mixed with a generous portion of SUGAR fortified snacks and desserts. I AM A SUGAR ADDICT—HELLO, MY NAME IS FLACO and I AM A SUGAR ADDICT! There, I said it…wasn’t so hard. I KNOW addictions, and sugar isn’t my only one, there are others that I have, um…arrested…
I know the addict’s behaviors and I can look back as early as my single digit years and see the habits that would become a way of life for me. My mother worked hard to feed us healthy, 1970’s style, when margarines, low-fat everything, Hamburger Helper, and sugar cereals fortified with 11 VITAMINS & MINERALS! were a way of life and even considered healthy.
She hid the sugar bowl, warned me off the ice cream hiding behind the frozen chicken in the freezer, and pro buying candy bars…? Unheard of! Yet, I would find these things and sneak them in quantities I shudder to think about. Ever add a 1/4 cup of pure white, crystalline, granuated white sugar to a bowl of Frosted Flakes? THEY’RRRRRE GREAAAT! But even better with say, a half cup.
SUGAR…how do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
It is like an abusive relationship that one knows is killing them, or at least I KNOW she’ll kill me one day, but yet I just can’t break it off for good. I keep going back, over & over & over…