I have always had a bit of a sweet tooth. My husband used to scoff at me when we first started dating until I changed him over to my way of things and got him hooked on the sweets too. But he never really mowed down a batch of cookies the way I could. He would maybe have 4 or 5 and move on. Not me, I would easily get through the entire batch as a treat after breakfast. Then after lunch, maybe a pack of M&M’s. Then as a late afternoon snack I may have some Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Butter Cups, like a whole box. Then of course ice cream for after dinner. The cycle would repeat, and now 10 years later I am writing this post. After my second baby was born in March I used my lack of sleep as a great reason to just binge on my sugar. Like, BINGE. Sugar for breakfast, sugar for lunch, soda, Italian soda, Orangina, candies, and on and on and on and on and on. Candy in all corners of the house, wrappers everywhere. How are you so skinny after 2 kids Regan? Oh, well maybe it’s because I don’t eat any real food and sugar really fills me up so I really don’t have to eat much of anything else??? Then the day came. My 6 month old slept 12 hours right through the night. And the next night. And the next night. I suddenly had no “reason” for this type of sugar consumption anymore. No excuse. Yet here I was macking down on it day after day. I realized long ago I may have an actual addiction. Now I was staring in the mirror face to face with the reality that I did. I had a massive, ungodly addiction. One day at work, staring at the immense crafty table filled with all of my favorite junk foods, I decided to eat a banana. Then an apple. Then some raw nuts. Then water. I spent the 12 hour work day snacking on all things my body could actually use, and it was HARD. But I made it through!!! That night I went home and had a horrible headache, my first headache in 15 years. I went to sleep. When I woke up, I could barely move. My head was pounding, my brain was foggy, my arms were weak and I felt like I could throw up.