Ain’t no veggies in this post, fellow what-i-ate-Wednesday-ers.
I don’t know about you, but I like dessert.
And I’m not talking a sliver of diet dessert. I’m talking real dessert.
So when I order something, like, say, fried ice cream, I want fried ice cream. The real deal — greased up sugary coating and real ice cream. Not a ball of Blue Bunny vanilla rolled in corn flakes sans grease. Not cool, fellas, not cool.
Why does it matter? Trust me, it matters. It matters because if I don’t have a satisfying dessert, it leaves me wanting more. I was sharking around after that dessert on Saturday night for more sweet stuff. If I would have gotten what I’d ordered (yes, greasy, sugar-coated ice cream!) I would have been satisfied. But no.
Seriously guys. I want to talk to you about dessert. And everything sweet. You see, a while back I gave up sugar. It was an experiment as guided by Sarah Wilson’s “I Quit Sugar” book. It was a great experiment, because I saw how addicted I truly am to sugar, and the effects that it has on me (fatigue, bloat, extreme changes in blood sugar, crankiness, etc.).
Before this experiment, I was eating small doses of sugar in large quantities every day to quell my sweet tooth, which in reality, was perpetuating my sweet cravings. I was actually eating MORE sugar than what would be in one serving of a real dessert. Some days I’d eat 80-90 g of sugar, which is at least twice what I probably should be eating (Sarah Wilson recommends 20 g or less). Now, even on days that I have a good dessert, it’s more like 30-40 g. My body is liking this change. I don’t feel like I have a hangover every day any more. And I’m not hangry after workouts (which Mark appreciates since he makes dinner).
After my experiment, I decided I’m not quitting sugar altogether. Though, Sarah and a few others make a great case for quitting sugar completely. Even though I’m not quitting, I am most definitely not consuming sugar in the obscene amount that I was having daily before this experiment. I’m not eating foods with added sugar (anything with cane sugar, evaporated cane juice, the word “syrup”, molasses, honey, agave, etc.) except dessert. So you bet that when I get dessert, it’s going to be full-on full-fat, full sugar, no-holds-barred.
This is a philosophy I hope everybody can embrace.
Just think — would you rather have one piece of the world’s most perfect cheesecake (or insert your favorite dessert here) once every once in a while, or have a piece of some half-assed low-fat faux diet fake-out dessert once a day?
I think you know the answer to that question.
Restaurants: When I order dessert, it damn well be as described on the menu. If it’s fried, I want grease. If it’s chocolate, I want it oozing. Don’t skimp on the sweet stuff because I’m holding off for that perfect piece of pie.
Would you rather eat one piece of not-so-satisfying dessert a day than have the most delectable dessert once a week?