Hi Reader,
I was addicted to sugar for half of my life.
As a child, I could eat a whole bar of Milka chocolate a day, no problem.
Weekends meant baking. Every single day included sweets. Sugar felt like comfort. It felt normal.
Until I watched my father—deeply addicted to sugar—die from cancer.
I saw his pain. I saw how much he wanted to stop. But he didn’t have support. He didn’t have a map.
And it hit me:
Sugar addiction has nothing to do with willpower.
It’s not a character flaw. It’s not a lack of motivation.
It’s a real, chemical addiction that hijacks your brain, just like nicotine, alcohol, or opioids.
And unless we stop blaming ourselves, we’ll never heal it.
When my father passed, something shifted so deeply inside me that I can’t fully explain it.
I physically couldn’t eat sugar. The taste repulsed me. My body and my emotions finally understood how toxic it was—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
And I believe my father saved me through that moment.
That repulsion faded with time, but something even more powerful took its place:
I now have a completely peaceful relationship with sugar.
No cravings. No need. No guilt. I don’t think about it.
And if I choose to enjoy something sweet, I do it once in a while—on my terms, in full control.