Quitting My Love Affair with Sugar

I hated to end it, but I had to—the other woman was killing me

Photo by Taylor Kiser on Unsplash

Chocolate cake. If I could, I’d eat it every day. I’m not kidding. There was a birthday cake at work, and I ate a slice each day until it was gone. It wasn’t even my birthday. I’d wander over to the staff fridge every afternoon, hoping the cake box was still there. If it were, I’d retrieve the knife…