At work, my students have been having birthdays. I’ll bake cakes for them. Coworkers want my walnut brownies. Sage’s school has requested cookies. I’ll be so happy when I get to the point where I don’t have to stick my finger in the bowl every time I make something sweet. If I was a professional cook, I could easily see myself weighing hundreds of pounds.

I was talking to a colleague the other day about how some people just don’t like sugar, and never have. It’s got to be a genetic thing. Why? Why do I have to crave sugar like I’m a crackhead? Obviously, the weirdos who don’t like sugar don’t wake up in the middle of the night craving ice cream. So not fair.