Category Archives: A Year of No Sugar

Enter The Apologist

I guess it’s a good sign that No Sugar advocates are starting to get some push back, because it means the message is getting through, right? Nonetheless, I have to admit that I was dismayed recently, when reading a review of a new Australian book: Don’t Quit Sugar! Admittedly, I may- possibly- maybe, be just a teensy-weensy bit biased against a book of this title. But… there was something else… What was it? Was it the fact that the title made the sugar industry sound like some fair, balcony-stranded maiden? “Consumers! Consumers! Wherefore art thou, my faithful consumers? Deny thy Truvia! And refuse thy Aspartame!”… (No? Romeo and Juliet? Anyone?)

Maybe. Or was it the fact that author Cassie Platt’s title seemed a direct retort to the success of another Australian author’s recent popular title: I Quit Sugar!? (Personally, I think Amazon should make these a boxed set. They could also include: I Thought About Quitting Sugar! and I Quit Sugar (But Not Juice, Honey or Ho-Hos!) both of which I expect out any day now.)

OR… maybe it was the fact that Platt seemed to be benefiting from the terminology confusion of sugar (“your body needs sugar!” Well… that depends. Are we talking about sucrose? Glucose? Fructose? Lactose? Ollyollyolsenfree-ose? What?)

No, come to think of it, what really got me was when she spoke on the subject of the not-so-hypothetical addictive nature of sugar. Here is what she had to say: “Yes, (it) stimulate(s) the pleasure centers in our brain, but so does playing with puppies or having sex. And I don’t see anyone recommending we abstain from either of those! Just because you enjoy something doesn’t mean it’s bad for you.”

Well, of course it’s true that just because you enjoy something doesn’t mean its bad for you. However, if something activates and modifies the opiate receptors of your brain– it might mean it’s very bad for you indeed. And that’s just what sugar is now being proven to do.

In fact, the recent New York Times article (12/13/13),“In Food Cravings, Sugar Trumps Fat,” described a one of these recent experiments in which had teenagers sipped milkshakes while having their brain activity tracked. The finding was both startling and important: not only is sugar is very, very good at activating the reward-centers of our brain chemistry, but that sugar is more compelling to our brain reward system than fat. (Much to the surprise of the researchers: they expected a combination of high fat and sugar to provide the biggest reward.)

Now, just because sugar lights up our brain chemistry like a Las Vegas Christmas tree, does that mean it’s addictive, we wonder? Maybe a handful of people get addicted to sugar, but so what? I mean, there are probably people out there addicted to smelling flowers or rearranging their broom closet too, but that doesn’t mean we should do anything about them, right? Since when do the unfortunate addictions of a couple of people ruin it for the rest of us?

The answer is: when it isn’t just few people anymore… when it becomes an epidemic.  And obesity is being described as having reached “epidemic” proportions in many countries around the world, including Australia and the U.S.

The problem with addictive substances (not flowers or puppies, mind you, but things we take into our bodies) is that by definition they don’t play fair. You can’t make an informed decision about whether or not to have a drink, or smoke a cigarette, or shoot heroin if you’re addicted to it. Consequently, alcohol is regulated. Cigarettes are taxed. Heroin is illegal. None of these things started out that way- but over time our society has learned from experience that intervention is needed to moderate the use of these substances based- in part- on their degree of addictiveness.

Of course, you can probably find people who will argue with that- people who will say we should just let people do what they want, regardless. Smoke crack at the church picnic? Hey- it’s your life! But for the most part we can all agree some regulation of addictive substances is a good idea. As in: it’s your life, but we’ll try to- you know- help. Nowhere is this more true than when it comes to our children.

Kids get extra protections. We try to shield them from decisions about things like cigarettes and alcohol and drugs till they are older, presumably because they are in an analogous situation to the addict: they don’t have the ability to make an informed decision. So we give tobacco and alcohol a minimum age to buy, or make the penalties for selling illegal drugs within a school zone harsher.

But when it comes to sugar- for which it’s been proven that children have a greater propensity to be addicted than grown-ups- we don’t shield them at all, do we? In fact, quite the opposite: kids are our sugar dumping grounds. We subsidize the corn farmers, resulting in super-cheap high fructose corn syrup, which ends up in everything. We ply kids with juice and chocolate milk and fortified cereals in the name of “health.” We target them with sophisticated advertising, making sugar synonymous with cartoon characters, “being a kid” and fun. Name me a single place a kid goes where they don’t have sugar thrust at them: go on. I dare you. One.

We justify everything of course. We say there’s no proof sugar is causing the epidemic of obesity. We blame parents for not saying “no” enough, for not turning off the TV, and for buying the very products we, as a society, all tout as “normal.” We say- and I love this one- that if we didn’t put sugar in things, kids wouldn’t eat.

In fact, what the studies are telling us is the opposite: that kids would eat the right amount if you leave the sugar out. In the aforementioned New York Times article, the lead author of the study Dr. Eric Stice points out that “what is really clear not only from this study but from the broader literature over all is that the more sugar you eat, the more you want to consume it.”

Obesity expert Dr. Nicole Avena adds: people “can have all the willpower in the world. But if the brain reward system is being activated in a way that causes them to have a battle against their willpower, then it can be very difficult for them to control their intake.” Translation? Sugar is addictive. Maybe not as addictive as crack cocaine- but I’m still waiting on the mouse study to prove that one.

Here’s another thought: remember that adorable puppy Platt conjured in your minds eye? Okay, now pour a Coke in its water bowl.

If you find that thought disturbing, remember how often we offer our kids a soda. With their slice of birthday cake.

As a society, we’re disingenuous. We love to natter on about health this and health that, but the proof is in the Jell-O Pudding: look how unhinged people got when they thought Twinkies would never be made again. (Did you know this Christmas Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a Twinkie-making machine? I’m so glad our society has priorities.) It reminds me of Paula Deen’s explanation that she didn’t intend people to eat the decadent food she promoted all the time– just as treats! Right. She just forgot to mention that salient fact until after she revealed her diabetes diagnosis. And she became a spokesperson for Novo Nordisk. Whoops.

Likewise, what I found most disconcerting about Platt, and her book Don’t Quit Sugar!, was the fact that her title doesn’t really match her actual message. When you read further in the book review, you see that- despite the pictures of glazed doughnuts that the editors inevitably choose to illustrate the review- Platt isn’t promoting “sugar” as in Frosted Flakes; she’s promoting “sugar” as in apples.

So whereas the title sets the book up as a direct rebuke to I Quit Sugar!, in the end Platt’s message doesn’t appear to be really all that different at all. Sarah Wilson, the author of I Quit Sugar, agrees: “I haven’t read the book yet, but from what I understand the messaging doesn’t actually conflict with mine. I support eating whole fruit, plenty of glucose and not getting draconian with your eating.”

It strikes me as a tad cynical. But certainly it’s no more more cynical than the rest of our food industry. It’s no more cynical than putting soda machines in our high schools and then being shocked that our kids have skyrocketing rates of things that used to be rare, things that used to be adult diseases: obesity, diabetes type 2, heart disease, hypertension, non-alcoholic fatty liver disease.

It’s enough to make me mad: but I don’t want to be mad at Christmas. Instead, let me say this: at this time of year, when sugar is even more rampant in our culture than usual- which is saying something- choose your sugar treats with care. Have the ones you really care about but let go of the rest. Sure it’s hard, really hard… this stuff is addictive, after all- but give it a whirl. And if you find yourself having the urge to grab a pick-me-up soda or a handful of crappy cookies from a cellophane bag, do yourself a favor: go pet a puppy.

6 Ways To Live Sugar Free

Year Of No Sugar Sheet

Is it April yet? How about now?

As if receiving the advance reader copies of Year of No Sugar this past Friday wasn’t exciting enough– the wonderful PR people at Sourcebooks are up all night designing lovely things like this “6 Ways to Live Sugar Free” promotional sheet… how cool is this?

Click on the image to the left to see all three recipes.

The Halloween Switch-a-roo

It never ceases to amaze me how utterly maddening the search for Sugar Awareness can be. Just when you think you’ve found her, she dodges away licking a lollipop and singing “Got-cha!!”

I’ll give you a for instance. As we all know, Americans just experienced one of the most unabashed displays of sugar worship known to our calendar: Halloween. As I’ve mentioned before, despite the sugar onslaught I do love Halloween. In our house we devote an inordinate amount of time to Costume Development… for example my older daughter Greta decided to go as a medieval princess character from a favorite movie. Consequently a large portion of my October was spent communing with yards and yards of burgundy velveteen while Greta patiently sewed imitation pearls to the bodice, one… by… one.

30 Pounds of Fructose
30 Pounds of Fructose

Ilsa, meanwhile, announced early on that she wanted to go as “a pair of pants” with her good friend Brett; they would each be one leg of course. Therefore, when I wasn’t up to my eyeballs in gold brocade and eyelets, I was hemming an enormous wad of elastic into a pair of polka dotted trousers that would have fit Andre the Giant.

This is the fun part. The candy part, however, presents problems that can’t be solved by embroidery and clown shoes. Thus, about a week prior to the holiday, I was delighted to receive a flyer in Ilsa’s backpack advertising a “Candy Buy-Back and Fall Festival” at a nearby dentist’s office.

YES! I’d heard about Halloween candy buy-backs before and was soooooo curious: would anyone actually go? Would it be a dreary, grey event, kids lining up to reluctantly part with their hard-earned fructose and food coloring, before taking an oh-so-exciting tour of the dentistry facilities? How could you actually make getting rid of candy… fun?

Well, unfortunately, I’m here to tell you how: you give them more candy.

But let me back up. My friend Robin and I arrived with our corresponding kidlets to what looked surprisingly like a fun event: there were kids everywhere and loud, weird music playing (the theme from “Grease” was blasting from the DJ’s console when we arrived). There was a variety of low-tech games and activities such as a ring toss, mini-bowling and a spin art booth. At a craft table kids were coloring pictures of pumpkins and weaving friendship bracelets from embroidery floss. There was a booth for face-paint and temporary tattoos and every twenty minutes or so they’d announce a door prize, which varied from an iTunes gift card to a new haircut.

It was surprisingly festive. I was totally impressed. It was a beautiful fall day (unlike Halloween- upon which it rained) and it was working. Kids were showing up, turning in pounds of candy, and they were clearly having fun.

My eight year old was determined to do it ALL- Ilsa hit every table and played every game. When it was all over she left with face paint AND a tattoo AND a colored paper pumpkin AND a spin art masterpiece. The only thing she didn’t leave with was less candy.

In part that’s because of the truth of that old saying about bringing a horse to water. After explaining the principles of the Candy Buy Back to Ilsa the night before (one dollar for every pound), and weighing her candy (which amounted to juuuuuuuuust over one pound), she was of the considered opinion that it “just wasn’t worth it.”

I didn’t blame her. Because of the rain we had come home with substantially less candy that other years, and I certainly wasn’t expecting to talk her out of her entire haul… But because the buy-back candy was being donated to make care packages for U.S. military  (I had a lot of ambivalence on that count as well- couldn’t we just send them a nice brisket, maybe?) I did manage to talk Ilsa into cheering some nice soldier somewhere with a single, solitary piece of candy. She picked a Dum Dum lollipop.

Do you know how small a Dum Dum is? It is pretty much the smallest piece of candy you can possibly find that isn’t a breath mint. So if you’ve ever supposed that going an entire year without sugar would henceforth transform one’s kids into sugar-shunning tofu-heads, let me correct your misapprehension.

(For our part, at home, we’ve instituted a two-piece-per week rule. At that rate I figure they’ll finish off their candy bags just in time to start buying candy with their social security money.)

Meanwhile Ilsa’s friend Brett- who has an allergy to nuts and consequently couldn’t have most of his Halloween candy anyway- turned in his pound and got a nice crisp dollar bill in return, as well as a dentist’s idea of a goody bag: toothbrush, flossers, and a two-minute timer.

Replacement Fructose!
Replacement Fructose!

But something was amiss… what was it? It took me a minute, but then I put my finger on it: grown-ups were wandering around eating enormous sugary donuts on paper plates. Robin directed my attention to the refreshment table by the DJ where electric-colored cupcakes, gigantic pastries, and gallons of apple cider rested: a sugar buffet of the highest order.

And then we noticed the prizes for the cute kids games: can you guess? Lollipops. In fact, all the kid games were being run by other kids, so whether you won or not they were pretty anxious to give all-comers a prize. Upshot: Ilsa donated to the soldiers one lollipop; by the end of the event she had accumulated five or six new ones.

Now I should qualify this by pointing out that, unlike the refreshment table, the lollipops being handed out did not contain fructose. They were clearly labeled as being sweetened with Xylitol, which is a ”tooth friendly” sugar alcohol. I’m not a fan of sugar alcohols because they have been known, to varying degrees, to cause gassiness and other gastric distress. But beyond that I’m just… skeptical. As No Sugar proponent and author David Gillespie rightly points out, after over a hundred years of ever-increasing sugar consumption, we’re only now just figuring out the health costs of fructose, so who knows what eventual side effects may be the result of such recent lab-borne ingredients as sugar alcohols?

But you know, we had a fun afternoon. Ilsa came away sad not to have won a door prize, but delighted to have a ghost popping out of a pumpkin painted on her cheek. When we first arrived the volunteers informed us they had already collected 27 pounds of candy, and by the time it was all over they said they had lost count. So for the low-low price of perhaps- what?- thirty-five dollars maybe, this dentists’ office had removed untold amounts of fructose from the diets of the kids running around. It’s actually a pretty noble thing, especially when you consider that, among many other things, more fructose= more business for dentists.

But then there’s that big, problematic refreshment table. I’m not suggesting they serve brussels sprouts and marinated kale mind you, but could they have had cheese and crackers and a big bowl of apples from a nearly orchard, maybe? Some of those cute little mini bottles of water? How hard would that be?

Not as hard as figuring out how to send a brisket to the troops, anyway, I can tell you that.