Energy vampire

If you've been reading my posts over at Curvy Girl (and if you haven't, WHY NOT, dick?) you know I have vowed to never, ever go on a diet again. 

That being said, I recently started drinking green juice.

I didn't start drinking it for any other reason than I wanted to feel better.  I needed more energy, and the excuse that I was bound to be tired in the afternoon because I wake up at four in the morning just wasn't cutting it for me.  I need to do more, to be more, to have sustained energy throughout the day.

So I started drinking my vitamins and minerals, and after about ten days, I noticed my ability to move around and accomplish stuff--other than watching reruns of practically the entire series of Friends on TV and eat Kettle corn for dinner three nights in a row--had improved, and I scarcely need to sit down before nine at night now.  I feel amazing.

Correction:  I felt amazing.  Then this week happened, and I found myself taking naps after work three days in a row.

During the last nap, I figured out the cause:  the devil (sidenote:  some people like to call it sugar).

I'd eaten cake for lunch (what, it was moist and delicious and baked with chocolaty love) three days in a row.

I'd crashed in the afternoon three days in a row.

So now there's, like, hard evidence (you know, because a swollen ass and depression-like symptoms over the past two years wasn't proof enough) that I shouldn't be eating sugar, that my body does not process it in a way that is healthy for me.  Sugar, for me, is an energy sucker.  It's an encourager, a cheerleader, of lethargy and cellulite.

I feel the need to stop eating sugar just as strongly as I feel the need to eat chocolate cake for lunch and margaritas for breakfast.

I desperately need to feel good, but just as badly, I want to eat delicious food, and no matter how you slice it, broccoli will never be ice cream.

What does it all mean? 

I don't know, but I'm sure I'll figure it out just as soon as I finish this Kit Kat.