November 03, 2006
At midnight tonight I will again Stop Being Sweet. I was going to allow myself one ice cream cone in 2007 (when the new Ben and Jerry’s ice cream store opens in The Pearl District near my home) but after eating sweets for the past four days I don’t want B&J’s ice cream.
However, there is one sweet thing I will eat this year. My grandmother taught me how to make biscotti years ago. I asked her if they were healthy and she said, “Sure, you could eat these for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
Now I don’t recall my grandmother to be facetious, but it’s possible I was too young to recognize sarcasm. In any case, I long ago decided to take her word for it and will give myself one caveat by modifying the sugar portion of the recipe (perhaps with small does of honey) and allow myself to eat the “treat” of biscotti only if I bake them by hand myself—the process takes all day.
Consider this my resolution manifesto for 2007:
1. Stop Being Sweet
To Stop Being Sweet means to cut out all refined and processed sugars. It also means to avoid food products with a long shelf-life and to stand up for myself.
2. A Disciplined Daily Practice.
Every single day I will do (at least some form of) Tai Chi, Qigong, and/or Yoga.
3. Help People to Stop Being Sweet
By creating this site, facilitating meetings, and creating a venue for people to find a supportive sugar-free community, I will help those who want to change their lives for the better.
4. Create not Destroy
I will not binge on sweets next year between Halloween and my Birthday. Instead of breaking myself down (someone said it’s like an alcoholic celebrating a year of sobriety by getting drunk) I will do something positive for myself and the community.
5. Allow this discipline to spill into all areas of my life.
I will be more productive and make a positive difference in the world by creating and telling stories.
Posted in My Personal Journal on 11/03/06
November 02, 2006 • Comments (0)
“Glass Stomach” is an art sculpture/experiment.
It consists of a jar filled with water and select Halloween candy from my Trick-or-Treat excursion:
1/2 an Oreo cookie ®
3 packages of Sour Skittles ®
1 package of M&M’s mini ®
1 package of M&M’s ®
2 packages of Skittles ®
3 Rolo ®
1 Starburst ®
1 piece of Dubble Bubble gum ®
1 box of Hot Tamales ®
1 box of Milk Duds ®
At 9:00 am this morning (November 2, 2006) I inserted my healthy, one year-old Wandering Jew plant into the Glass Stomach.
Check back to track the progress of the sugar-water-submerged plant.
Addendum: The plant lived. The cookies and candy didn’t break down. Eventually the “dust” in the water settled and the water was clear. I finally took the plant out and stuck it in dirt. When I poured out the water, all of the contents of the glass stomach were still whole but for the oreo cookie and the M&M candy shells. So I ate ‘em! (Just kidding. I threw it all down the drain and now it’s in our water supply.)
November 01, 2006 • Comments (0)
On our cold Halloween night, only one of the ten people who had emailed to confirm their attendance at my Sugar Addict Adult Trick-or-Treat had showed. Gwenn, Zan, and I waited until a little after six and then entered Portland’s Ladd’s Addition neighborhood to carry out our mission.
Zan hung with us for about an hour before she left to attend another event leaving just Gwenn and I. We’re both artists with something to say and we debated about whether Trick-or-Treating was the best way to get the world to Stop Being Sweet.
I imagine people think it’s ridiculous that as grown adults we went Trick-or-Treating. I think so too but love how it points out ridiculous double standards in our society.
While Halloween supposedly fosters a sense of community, it also promotes a sense of fear and false trust. The prescribed activities bind us with our friends and family in unusually memorable ways as we eat self-indulgent sweets and have outrageous fun! Until we turn 13 and someone tells us we’re too old for that sort of fun.
Shift gears. Head out to parties at clubs and bars. Stop being cute and start being sexy. I used to work in a Halloween store and not one person (women especially) wanted a costume that didn’t make them cool and/or sexy. By adulthood we know that candy is for kids and we instead opt for adult candy—booze, smokes, and drugs.
It only took a few carefully placed urban folktales to instill fear on us in a lasting and effective manor. Every town had a story about a friend of a friend who bit into a healthy apple collected on Halloween night only to find a hidden razor blade inside (they didn’t notice the large slit in the apple skin).
Similar stories had children dying of poison laden hand-made cookies and tripping out on acid laced Dots candy. The stories seemed to happen every year in every town and efficiently killed healthy and hand-made snack giving.
I recall an official announcement coming from my grade-school to parents saying that children should eat only company manufactured individually packaged candies.
From that point on we were taught not to trust our neighbors and instead to trust large corporations, who don’t know us, don’t care about us, and sell us individually wrapped and flavored chemicals marked with labels that describe the contents as tasty and fun food.
“The National Retail Federation said consumers will spend $4.96 billion this Halloween, up from $3.29 billion a year ago, as more consumers celebrate the holiday, according to a survey by BIGresearch. The survey said the average consumer will spend $18.72 on candy.” (source)
November 01, 2006
When was the last time you went Trick-or-Treating?
The amazing Gwenn made our costumes!
In my bag (and soon to be in my stomach):
Tootsie Roll Pops
Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
Hershey’s chocolate Bars
Hershey’s chocolate Bars with Almonds
Lindt Lindor Candies
Life Savor Pops
Dubble Bubble Gum
Posted in Tips, Tricks, Info & News on 11/01/06
October 31, 2006
So far I’ve eaten some hand-made French chocolates last night at midnight. This morning I ate Pop Tarts for breakfast, and this afternoon I ate a box of Flipz Chocolate Covered Pretzels.
I can’t tell you how gross I feel. It’s like there’s a clamp in my stomach. My muscles are tense and I feel bad about myself. I don’t want to go out. I want to get in bed and sleep until I feel normal. Then eat an apple. It feels like I’ve just ruined a year’s worth of work, like I spilled a gallon of paint on a completed masterpiece.
And this is only the first day! I’m going to have to slow down. I was going to eat nothing but sugar for four days but it’s making me feel bad both physically and mentally. It’s time to eat something good and natural.
I feel tired, worn down, and depressed. Is it mental? Some of it. I don’t like what I’m doing to my body. I’m second guessing everything and thinking I should have spent four days doing nothing but exercising rather than eating sweets. Perhaps that’s what I’ll do next year. Build myself up instead of break myself down. What a lesson this is becoming…
Posted in Tips, Tricks, Info & News on 10/31/06