Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Day Five :
Day five of kicking the white stuff, and everything seems to be getting a bit easier.  . . . . Let me take you back in time a bit and introduce you to what has been a long and loving co dependancy on sugar. Codependancy because I NEED sugar and because if it were not for me and my family (buying for me) I'm pretty sure many sweetie companies would be out of work.

My name is Kirsty, I'm 29 years old, I'm a MAC makeup artist, a teacher in hairdressing, a trainer, a independant humanist celebrant, a beauty therapist and an ALL TIME SWEETIE ADDICT! I love the stuff, I love the texture of suugar, I love the buzz I get straight away, I love that it's always been there for me, in times of sadness in times of anger, in times of stress, in times of tiredness this little white stuff was right by my side in the bundles, in the chocolate bars, in the packets of skittles, in the chalky candy letters placed superbly into their white paper bag. I am your go to girl with anything sweet related, I'm know to always have sweets on my being, I'm known in work to always bring the packets in and put them in the drawer for when me and my MAC girls get a little weary throughout the day.

ME & the WHITE STUFF 4eva

Now comes the bad part, I'm diabetic. . . . . .gasp, shock horror, whit!??? Yep sireee I am DIABETIC and what should diabetics not have ???  SUGAR! And definitely not in the drones that I have been eating it. From childhood sugar has been an important staple of my diet, I was born with Cystic Fibrosis http://www.cftrust.org.uk/aboutcf/whatiscf/ follow link to find out what the hell this is. But in essence part of Cystic fibrosis means that you constantly battle to put weight on, so from an early age my family inundated me with sweet treats and chocolate in the hope they could put weight on me and in turn help me fight the nasty bugs that would take over my lungs. 
Dot get me wrong, my family are NOT to blame for my addiction, they started the ball rolling for very justified reasons and Ishould have stopped it.
My firendships were started with sugar,I remember the first thing I said to my best friend Mark, "Do you like sweets? The bottom shops are great wanna come with me some time to get some", my mum would give me a £1 a day -remember I am 29 a £1 went pretty darn far. The poor workers down at the bottom shops would see me arrive and -SIGH- cos I wouldnt go for packets of sweets, ohhhh noooo I wanted the  . . . . PENNY SWEETS. I would ask for 100 eggs (back in the day when a penny sweet did actually cost 1p).
And then we would walk back home whilst I devoured my sweets. My house is at max a ten minute walk from the shops, but all 100 eggs would be finished within a couple of minutes.
We'll come back to these stories another blog but this is the intro and I dont wanna bore you with my life stories there is plenty of time for that later).