Here’s the deal. Refined sugar is the devil and its evil tentacles are sprinkled everywhere.
I don’t want to hear about moderation. That kind of quackery is for people who are building up a tolerance for arsenic or iocaine powder.
At the FIRST Regional Robotics competition this weekend, I met a woman reading a book by David Goggins: You Can’t Hurt Me: Master Your Mind and Defy the Odds.
I don’t often read biographies, but I bought this one. I’m only on chapter 3– there are assignments– but so far he’s offered good strategies to promote mental toughness.
For those of you who know me, I want to say that I’ve had no Cadbury mini eggs this season. None.
There aren’t any Olympic medals or Nobel Prizes for these kinds of victories, but there should be.
Maybe I’ll add conquering sugar to my Lauratarian platform: daylight savings vs standard time & sugar.