Sugar: Just Stop


If nothing else, do this one thing.

Avoid sugar. Just quit it. It scrambles your thinking, brutalizes your pancreas, and inflates your torso with fat.

Eating sugar tosses your mood and energy around like a raft in The Perfect Storm. There's only one upside: it tastes like the nectar of the gods. At least it used to. I had no idea just how much sugar rotted my taste buds.

When you eat sugar, your taste buds become numb. I did not know this until about six weeks after I stopped it. Putting sugar on your tongue does to your sense of taste what staring into a Klieg light does to your vision or holding air horns against your ears while blasting them does to your hearing. It doesn't take long before that’s all you can see or hear.

And if you have a small, undetected cancerous tumor? Sugar is Miracle-Gro for cancer. Some cancer protocols even use sugar against cancer: the patient eats sugar right before chemo to make it all greedy and active so that it absorbs more chemo faster. Trust me: you don’t want to feed your cancer Miracle-Gro.

The first week was confusing. Confident in my self-discipline, I would eat a low-carb meal and then sit down to read. Some time later I would find myself standing in the pantry, scanning the shelves for something to munch on; something with carbohydrates. I had no idea when or how I got there. My carb-craving subconscious brain had taken control of my body like that zombie virus on Night of the Living Dead and walked me into the place where it might be satisfied. This happened to me more than once. Sugar and carbohydrates called to me day and night. I felt an immediate bond with all of the people who are drug addicted. I could barely even handle sugar withdrawal. How could I ever handle something like cocaine withdrawal?

Two weeks later, my brain fog vanished; it was like I had been living in a waking dream. I also accidentally lost 17 pounds. Water weight, I'm told. I wasn't actually trying to lose weight. My attitude became easygoing; It took little effort to deliberately choose a positive one.

Six weeks after quitting sugar, the full spectrum of my taste senses suddenly lit up. I started enjoying the fine, delicate taste of good black tea. By itself. Earthy and bitter flavors became pleasant and enjoyable. Dark (100%) chocolate. Coffee by itself. Just beef. Just chicken. The delicate sweetness of vegetables. Because I did not substitute artificial sweeteners, I had not experienced sweet things in that time. All of the other flavors that had meekly hidden in the background strode boldly forth and introduced themselves.

Then something else happened: I started to dislike sweetened foods. Every now and then I would accidentally (or out of politeness) eat something sweetened. Bleh! The sticky sweetness would coat my tongue. The sugar would flood into my system before I even swallowed. My teeth would start to ache and my eyeballs vibrate. Little did I know that it was also sending the hostile bacteria hiding in my system into ecstatic overdrive.

These days I have no interest in desserts or candy. Yes; I'll eat something sweet every now and then. It has to be mildly sweet or I'll gag. Invariably, though I pay a price (see above). There does end up being a few minutes of feeling euphoric. Then there's the crash into lethargy. 

No, thanks.

A respected mentor told me years ago that if you can’t even control what you put into your mouth, how can you hope to control any other part of your life? Control this one thing; just this one thing.

Seven years later, I look back at that foggy, numbed mind and wonder how I functioned at all. Blood sugar swings, gut probably overrun with candida. I coasted through days without realizing what else there was. It was normal, and I was able to function—even succeed. But my brain and body were not thriving; weren't operating at optimal levels. I did not realize how much I had to flog myself just to get through the day.

Take care of your brain and the rest of your body. Physical energy and mental clarity are necessary for the best life. I had to figure this out myself; it took me years to get started on it. And still I became Well-Aged Beef. You can start now.

Mitch CappelmannComment