This idea of EXTERNALIZING a troublesome aspect of yourself — which I had somehow just lumped into Projection — is turning out to have a helpful aspect. At least, it seems to me, God, that since I came up with the idea of my “addictive craving for sugar” being a Sugar Snake coiled up in my bowels it has been less difficult to resist sweet stuff.
Only, of course, it isn’t just sweet stuff — starch turns instantly into sugar, as does alcohol. Sigh. It only takes just a little sugar for the snake to grow strong enough to break out of her cage. Thank You, God, that on THIS side of the addiction — when the snake is safely caged — I can remember that fact.
Years ago, Suz urged me to “JUST STOP, Mom, when you feel full.” I told her, I only feel it when I’m STUFFED. There was no warning before that — my poor dear body. I told Suz the other day, “I finally know how thin feels.” Now, to be honest, God, I am not thin. But, I am beginning to catch a glimmer of what it might feel like.
David Kessler’s book An End to Overeating helps put this whole obesity epidemic in perspective. We are designed to love sugar and for thousands of years that worked just fine. There was no such thing as cheap refined sugar. Grains were stone grown and had to be really chewed to break down to sugar.
Now the Industrial Food Complex is able to give us just want we want — the perfect combination of sugars, fats and salts — in a melt-in-your-mouth consistency.
So, God, if folks don’t know they have a Sugar Snake, how are they going to resist?