Plan D Day 83

Let’s examine the role of sugar.

As I write this, I am at a Bean Around the World in West Vancouver. It is rustic, has stable wi-fi, is often crowded, staffed by non uniformed cute young people and frequented by some of the West Vancouver crowd who ooze entitlement. The staff members are the antithesis of the clientele. I don’t know how they stand it.

My tradition is a medium Americano and when they offer me the extra shot I take it. They have a very nice raw sugar that I normally use. One scoop for the coffee, scoop for me — a direct hit of sugar. Today I did not do this. My theory is that my insulin response is in direct proportion to my sugar compulsion. I am trying to convince my body that when sugar is reduced, it needs to grab what it needs from my stored lard.

Oddly, the coffee tastes fine without it. Which means I wasn’t taking the sugar for reasons of taste.