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Oh, something sweet! But only a small piece.
Do you know her? The people, who always swear to eat a little healthier, start carefully with the healthy food, which then often only serves as foreplay or starter for the unrestrained "eating"? Do you know the people who pump sweet things into themselves all day long, eat a carrot, an apple or a small salad in between, to spice up their own conscience a little, only to have their blood sugar level rise again afterwards? Or in other words: Does some people perhaps know it from themselves? Who does not know it, should get it explained on the basis of this smell.
It's all starting pretty well. Here a little pepper, there a little cardamom and also something healthy, namely the violet. It's all very invigorating and almost pleasantly fresh. Ah... what have we not a clear conscience. To live healthy is what we always strive for and what we seem to succeed in doing today. Something's missing, though. Ahh... the sage. Well then, we'll add that for a little spice and aroma. My conscience is leaping for joy and the scales will most likely do the same tomorrow morning. Where is the visit now?
There's a tinkling noise at the door and it's pretty early. As I know my visit, will he appreciate that I am now striving for a healthier lifestyle and that I am also supporting him in this?
I'm showered with words of praise. "Oh, it's good to see you live healthier now."
"Wow, sage, violets and great spices. Eating healthy seems to work after all."
"I'm so happy for you that you've finally found the strength. But come on, there's got to be something to nibble on with all this healthy stuff, right? I brought something."
Well... it didn't seem like everyone wanted to support me 100 percent. Let's see how that develops.
I continue to focus on our healthy components while eating, which I also want to succeed in for a certain time. I'm really proud of myself. It all tastes a bit thin, doesn't have much depth and doesn't give as much pleasure as a good vanilla ice cream, but it's bearable. All you have to do is get over your inner pig.
My visitor looks at me pitifully from the corner of his eye while he is eating himself. I can almost hear from their eyes how they think that I should take something from the candy plate now and again. I can resist the grip on it, but two of my visitors are grabbing something from this plate next to mine, unasked for, mind you. In order not to appear rude, I decide to put a little bit of the vanilla pod in my herby-fresh food. That should be a mistake.
I'm seized by the ravenous appetite. The initially small amount of vanilla now becomes an almost unmanageable one, which I literally devour. There is not much left of my herbaceous green health food now, because it floats in a vanilla compote. I shovel it into myself without thinking. Once again sweet stuff has turned my mind off and made me forget all the healthy things around me. I feel bad, I feel sick and I don't want to have this visit in my apartment again.
This visit, which was a decisive factor in my sugar shock, will never be here again