A coworker of mine mentioned that he’d read somewhere that sugar is actually toxic to the body. We were discussing this while contemplating the mystery of another coworker’s son who seems to throw up an awful lot. That same boy (who’s somewhere between 8 and 11), eats a mean amount of candy when he’s visiting the office. Like is the case with many kids, there is some underlap between his after-school care and when his dad gets off of work so he spends a handful of afternoons each week visiting the front-desk-candy-bowl (how can he resist, right?) And my fellow nosy friend and I couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps his sugar intake had something to do with the fact that he throws up a bunch (I don’t know about you but I can count on one hand the number of times I threw up as a child, so puking at least once each month seems a bit strange).
I’m contemplating the potential danger of sugar on this, the candy-holiday of the Spring (note, I’m clearly posting this NOT on the actual holiday … shit happens), Easter. My son’s taking care of a marshmallow peep while I type … don’t worry, I made him eat something “healthy” before we sprang the birdie from his plastic nest). And of course, this isn’t the first “sweet” thing that he’s taken care of today. I know, I know, it’s just one day. It’s a holiday for Christ’s sake (literally).
But, how much is too much? I’m always worried about sugar because of caloric intake and, of course, tooth decay, but the idea that it’s actually bad on some other more epic level is kind of disturbing.
I have made a pact to be reasonable with my worries … I mean, the idea that I risk my life each day, driving the 6 miles into work could make my crazy, but I will try to keep a level head and take in the warnings and make a plan of action that doesn’t send me to a mental institution or give my poor kids eating disorders at the worry of eating less-than-great foods once in a while.
I will, as I often do, vow to steer (myself and my kids) as clear of sugar as I can when we finally rid the house of our current candy supply. Of course, that’s a cool 3-4 days away unless I lose my seemingly in-control-ness and go bananas on candy tonight after the rugrats go to bed. Woof!