Hey, sugar

Aside from the name, I love everything about GOOP.

I love the range of topics it covers (relationships, fashion, cooking, travel—in fact, it’s how I found the fabulous Grand Hotel Nord Pinus).

I love the range of experts consulted: nutritionists, stylists, film directors, chefs, personal trainers, rabbis, yogis, Hollywood bimbettes.

I love that it’s Gwyneth, and that she’s not afraid to be, by turns, earnest, dorky and vain.

And, I love how, for some reason, her newsletters are always perfectly timed to be relevant to what’s happening in my life. Including this week’s missive on sugar addiction.

Sugar addiction? Moi?? Mais non…. Mais ouuaai… today is really the first day I’m feeling normal after last week’s alcohol-chocolate-sugar-rich-foods binge. Physically and psychiologically, I have been paying the price. Puffy eyes, heavy legs, stomach aches… sexy, no??

But I love my sweets. I love the taste of praline, the texture of dried apples, the caramelized goodness of a fig tart or apple tartin. I love the concept of treating myself—and so easily and relatively inexpensively. I love the pleasure they give me, to say nothing of the comfort. 3600 miles from home, with only Milo there to greet me every night—well, thank goodness bonbons are good company in my book!

I know they’re really bad for me, given my genes and health history. I know I feel better when I cut them out of my diet. I know I should follow all of these rules and tricks for sugar addicts. Of course I know all this, I’m a smart girl.

But still, I don’t know if I can give up sugar. I don’t know if I want to.