| Posted: 20 September 2009 at 1:34am | IP Logged | 10
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What I go through my increasingly empty life hoping against hope to find on the supermarket shelves are sugar-free Pop-Tarts. I lived on Pop-Tarts my entire life and loved them beyond measure. Loved them ridiculously. Six years ago, a doctor told me flat out that I was diabetic. Time to change my life. Change it now. Never drink another glass of fruit juice. Never go near another product labelled as containing High Fructose Corn Syrup. Never drink alcohol. Stop everything. Do it now or die. And I did it. I had a grandfather who was nearly blind and whose leg was amputated. That was not the future I wanted for myself, so, bam. I did it. Gave everything up. Cold Turkey. The doctor later rescinded his diagnosis, but I still test right there at the red line every time I go in, so I stick with it. Never more than 3 grams of sugar per serving in anything I eat, and not too much of whatever it is. Never eat the baked goodies co-workers bring in. I eagerly try out new "sugar-free" products each time I find one, worrying all the while about the laxatives and paint thinners used to create these new scientific marvels. But oh, my , God do Pop-Tarts sing to me from the store shelves... Fig Newtons, too. Tangy Taffy. But most of all... Pop-Tarts. Would it friggin' kill them to test market a batch or two of the damn things made without their super-addictive high fructose corn syrup? Do they have no faith in their product above it's use as a drug delivery system?? GAHHHH! Okay. I'm better now. I'm fine. Really... Sorry. Had to vent there...
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