Updated Thoughts on Sugar

If you’ve been here for longer than a hot minute, you’ll know I started this blog as a way to chronicle my journey of giving up refined sugar. However, as time has passed, my perspective and opinions have changed (as well they should). Since I’ve noticed an increasing number of people putting their bodies on a sugar-purge, I’d thought I’d weigh in once again, and share (in my typical numerical list) the experiences I have had that changed my opinions, and in what capacity they have done so. Happy reading!

(Disclaimer: I am not a dietitian; I am not trying to advise your health. I am a student of science giving my opinion based on the facts I have gathered. If you think your diet is negatively affecting your health, you should see a medical professional. With a license. In person. Not on the internet, where everything is made up and the points don’t matter)

  1. Learning More About the Science

    This past year, I had to take a course on Anatomy & Physiology, taught by a med school professor. HooEEE, was that class a doozy. I learned everything I could ever want to know about the human body. Our textbook was the Guyton and Hall Textbook of Human Physiology, which I recommend if you ever want to learn more about yourself.

    One of our last units of the semester was on the digestive system, starting at the first thought of food (did you know thinking about food starts the digestive process?), and going all the way through to…secretions. I could keep you here for days typing on and on about your gut, but for now I’ll stick to the topic at hand, and save your gut for another day.

    When it comes to sugar, there is one specific type that reigns supreme over all others: glucose (you can read about the different types of sugar in my Halloween series). Glucose is the sugar that your body runs on; it’s what gives you energy and brain power (In fact, glucose is the only thing that can power your brain). Lucky for you, glucose is found in grains (mostly), fruits & vegetables (somewhat), and meat (a little), so it’s very easy to get your daily intake. But what happens after you ingest all that tasty, tasty, glucose?

    Basically, there are 3 options when glucose enters your digestive system. First (and maybe most obvious), it can be absorbed into your body for use. You eat some penne a la vodka, your body takes the glucose out of the pasta, and BAM! there’s your energy for a run, or going shopping, or sitting on your couch and watching TV (yes, that requires energy).

    Second, any extra glucose that your body doesn’t need right now will continue to pass through your digestion for you to pee out. Nothing too complicated about that. If your body can’t use it, it’s waste, so you get rid of rid of it, right? Well…your body can only process waste so quickly. Any glucose that isn’t used or removed from your body will be stored for later use, and that glucose makes itself a little storage capsule by turning into…

    Fat. Yep, that’s right. The third option for glucose when it enters your body is to go through a process called lipogenesis and become converted into fat, which the body will turn back into glucose next time you’re short on energy.

    But glucose isn’t the only kind of sugar out there, is it? No, there are many, many kinds of sugars. Glucose probably isn’t even the one most familiar to you, outside of the plant biology you learned in middle school. Most often when you hear about sugar, you hear about fructose or sucrose. There’s a whole war on high fructose corn syrup, right? And the first ingredient you’ll find on most sweet treats is sugar (read: sucrose). Does your body treat these sugars the same way it treats glucose? Does it all turn to fat? Well, luckily for me and my love of cookies, no.

    Sucrose, or table sugar, or honey, or Sugar in the Raw, or the white stuff you use in baking and put in your coffee, actually contains glucose. Each molecule (or piece) of sucrose contains one molecule of glucose and one molecule of fructose bound together. When you eat foods with sucrose in it, it is broken down to separate fructose and glucose, so the glucose goes off to do what is does. But what about fructose? What role does it have to play?

    Fructose is the sweetest of all the sugars (2x sweeter than glucose), and naturally occurs in fruit to make it sweet. To be perfectly honest, I have not been able to find the actual function of fructose in the human body. It doesn’t provide energy, it doesn’t facilitate protein travel, it just goes through your digestive system and out your tubes.

    There is evidence that the role of fructose is purely sensory, that during the hunter-gatherer days edible food was identified by its sweetness. Now, I can’t refute that claim, because I can’t think of any sweet fruits that are poisonous, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any. My mind is far from an extensive encyclopedia of horticultural knowledge. I can tell you with 100% confidence that while fructose is the sweetest sugar, it also has the lowest glycemic index, which means you’ll feel less full eating fructose, and more likely to overeat.

  2. Speaking with a Professional

    Now that I’ve hit you with excessive amounts of technical mumbo-jumbo, we’re going to have some real talk. Recently, I had the opportunity to speak with someone who works in the food industry. I’m choosing to give him anonymity, because while I don’t think he said anything particularly groundbreaking or extreme, I wouldn’t want to get him in any trouble, or get me into any trouble by aligning his statements with his company.

    One of the first things I asked him (we’ll call him “Fred” for the time being), was why wasn’t the food we eat regulated. We’ve all heard about how sugar is killing our children. You go on Netflix and there is documentary after documentary about how terrible the food we eat is, and how choc-full of junk it is. So why are we still eating it???

    Fred gave me answers, you guys. The most important thing Fred told me is that the food industry does its best to trick us into buying things. Sure, a serving is only 70 calories, but that serving is the size of a packing peanut. Food companies rely on us not reading the labels, not interacting with our food. Next time you buy food at the store, read the nutritional facts.

    I’ll go first. I packed a Smucker’s Uncrustable in my lunch today (yes I’m aware they’re for children. I ran out of grown-up lunch food). The whole sandwich is 210 calories, which is about the same as a regular candy bar. It contains 11% the recommended daily value of fat, and 15% daily value of sugar. That’s over one tenth my daily value of sugar and fat from something that won’t keep me full for longer than an hour at most. So if I were only eating those Uncrustables, I would need  about 10-12 to get me through the day, giving me 2,100 calories, 110% of my DV of fat, and 150% my DV of sugar. Obviously I wouldn’t eat only Uncrustables for a day, but it certainly paints a picture (The picture is too much fat and sugar in our food, in case you’re not a fan of impressionist art).

    Another tactic food companies use is word-choice. What do you think of when you read the word “Healthy?” What about “Lean?” “Light?” “Skinny?” All of these words that you see on food labels, and they’re all absolutely useless. Fred admitted that the word “healthy” is completely arbitrary – it’s not something that can be quantified or agreed on. So a food company will slap it on the label to make people think their food is better, and maybe the FDA will say “Hey, you’re misleading people, stop that!” Then the food company says, “okay, we’ll change the name and keep the packaging” or “okay, that’s fine, we made our money anyway. See ya!”

    Next time your in the store, pick up a product, and then pick up the “Light” version. I bet you $10, right here, right now, that if you look at the label, you’ll find that the Light version of the product has less fat, and more sugar.

    So when I asked Fred “Why are people being allowed to eat this much junk???” He said “because you can’t regulate common sense.”

  3. I Stopped Caring so Darn Much

    Here I’m going to get a little existential on you. After learning all this about sugar, I was absolutely convinced it was the devil. I was also eating it all the time. I had a stash of sweets in my desk to fight my afternoon grogginess, which soon turned into my morning, noon, and evening grogginess. I went through an entire bag of Dove caramel chocolates in 3 days (totally worth it, because those things are delicious), and I hated myself for it. But I didn’t know what to do, because I needed that sugar to get me through the work day. I needed that little extra *zip* to function. So I decided to go see a licensed dietitian for help. I expected her to help me find replacements for the sugar so I could have more sustainable energy, and finally kick the habit.

    Instead, she said I needed to have bloodwork done. If you’re like me, you probably just went “huh?” The reason, she said, was she wanted to get to the bottom of why I was so tired all the time. She didn’t want to just treat the craving, she wanted to follow it to the source.

    The second thing she did was tell me to have dessert every day. No wait, hear me out. She said instead of keeping a drawer of bottomless snacks, I should pack a set amount of sweets in my lunch every day to satisfy my craving. After going over my usual diet with me, she said I ate a very balanced diet already, so there was no reason I shouldn’t be allowed to treat myself in moderation.

    My blood came back as incredibly vitamin D deficient, and a bit low in iron. So the dietitian helped me increase those nutrient levels in my body, and I noticed that slowly but surely my need to constantly be eating sweets went away almost entirely. I still try to pack a treat in my lunch most days, because being a grown up is hard and I deserve chocolate, but other than that I rarely feel the need to binge. Hooray!

    The final experience actually came in the form of a gift. Recently my boyfriend bought me a copy of Cameron Diaz’s The Body Book, because he thought it was something I would like. And boy, do I. I don’t want to go into too much detail because I haven’t finished it yet, and I want to do a full review, but suffice it to say I really really like it so far. It focuses on making yourself healthy and strong, both inside and out. It’s about making sure you have a body that can do anything you want it to. If you give your body what it needs, it will give you what you need.

    I love every page of it, because I’m not being fed (haha!) another diet, or another quick fix workout to “blast body fat” or “be [season] ready,” or any other promise. In fact, Cameron doesn’t offer any promises at all. The premise of the book is that she wanted her body to be healthy and strong, so decided to learn everything she could about it, and the book is the culmination of what she learned (kind of what I’m trying to do here). That idea really spoke to me, because I felt my best back when I was strongest. I remember working out twice a day, 5 days a week, and eating 5-6 solid meals, drinking gallons of water and the way I felt when I woke up in the morning was just so solid.

So what does this all boil down to? How would I sum all of this up to explain how I feel about sugar now?

The way I see it, life is too short to not eat the food that makes me happy, but it is also too long to not take care of the body I have so it can take care of itself and carry me through all that I want to do in life. Knowing what I know now about how my body functions and how food helps it function, I don’t bother trying to limit myself. I don’t count my calories, I don’t look for the best “diet” to follow, and I don’t forbid myself to eat something. I first supply my body with everything it needs (and be sure, every body needs different things), and then whatever room is left goes to what I want.

Grad School, Tattoos, and Taping My Nipples

How’s that for a catchy title, huh? I don’t think it quite qualifies as clickbait, but what can I say, I still consider myself new to the game.

My first semester has finally finished, so my evenings are my own again, and I have the time to sit down and let my mind wander far enough away to write. I’ll tell you this – when they say that grad school takes up your entire life, they mean it. Admittedly, I overestimated my abilities and over-scheduled myself this semester, but I think even if I had taken a reasonable number of classes, I still would have spent all of my time doing school work.

She’s seeking it. She’s seeking it and all her thought is bent on it…sleep.

So I guess as a matter of course I should impart some wisdom of the things I learned my first semester. I’ll go for the itemized list for brevity’s sake.

  1. Go to class. This might seem like a stupid thing to say, but honestly, the time to stop skipping class because you want to sleep in is now. You’ve chosen the life of an academic, and you should act like it. You want your professors to know you, because they’re going to make or break you down the line. They don’t want to see someone who’s going to half-ass their PhD.
  2. Do the work. This goes with number 1. Again, you’ll make no friends trying to get by on minimal work. If you do the best you can and you end up with a D, that’s fine, because at least you put in the effort. If you don’t care what your graders are or professors think of you (have you been reading?) then at least do it for yourself. This is the field you’ve chosen to spend your life in. You should want to learn things. That’s why you’re here, right?
  3. Know how lucky you are. This can be your daily affirmation when you have to stay up until 4:00am writing a paper. No matter how hard it gets (and believe me, it gets hard), there are hundreds of people who didn’t make it to where you are, and hundreds more who graduated college with no future whatsoever, and they were just as smart as you. They’d be glad to be where you are, so don’t take your gift for granted (this goes double if you’re getting paid).
  4. Don’t burn yourself out (a.k.a. caffeine isn’t worth it). This is me giving you permission to go to sleep instead of finishing your homework. You’ve settled in for a long 4+ years, and if you squeeze out all of your energy now, you’ll be run dry by the time it comes for the final push. Not what you want. Know your limits, and don’t be afraid to slow down if you’re overreaching yourself. Otherwise you might work yourself sick and your professor won’t touch your homework assignment because you look like you’re carrying the plague.
  5. Ask for help. Like I said, things are going to get hard. Classes are hard, research is hard, hell, grocery shopping is hard. But no one is trying to make you fail (at least I hope not! If so, please see your schools guidelines on reporting that kind of abuse). Your professors push you hard because you’ve entered a hard field, and they assume that you are fully dedicated to your craft (as you should be). They do want you succeed, though. One of the first things you should do is find someone (professor, friend, healthcare professional) that you feel comfortable going to with major problems. By this I mean problems adjusting or keeping up with/ understanding the coursework. To a certain extent you are required to handle your own difficulties now, but if you truly feel as if you can’t handle something by yourself, have someone that you can go to for help.

There you go. I tried to keep it short, partly because grad school is an individual experience for everyone, partly because I like to think of this blog as my place separate from my work, even though I occasionally talk about it.

Onto more interesting topics, I recently got another tattoo. My first was the phrase Juncta Juvant on the inside of my wrist (my alma mater’s motto). This time I chose a phoenix feather on my ribs:


(EDIT: I’ve noticed that many people have been clicking on the picture of my tattoo (yes that’s something I can tell). I have also noticed that most of these people found my blog searching google for “phoenix tattoo” (yes, I can tell that too. Isn’t technology great?) For this, I have watermarked the image, to try and prevent stealing. If you want an in-depth explanation of why stealing someone else’s tattoo is wrong, please watch this video by Katrin Berndt. If you’re too lazy/impatient for that, know that attempting to steal/replicate someone else’s tattoo is nothing less than disgusting, especially if it was an emotional meaningful piece, or a custom design, of which this tattoo is both. I appreciate your interest in the ink, and if you love the artwork, I highly recommend my tattoo artist (her link is further down the page), but if you’re looking for an exact image to bring to another artist, I can tell you that is both unethical, and not likely to work out for you. Every tattoo artist has their own style, and so it would be hard to copy another artists work directly (even if they were willing to do so, which no self-respecting artist would). My best recommendation for you is to discuss what you want with your tattoo artist and let them make something that is completely you. If you want to know why that’s an important thing, please, keep reading. That is all :))

The picture is cropped for modesty’s sake, but the tattoo starts about an inch above the bottom of my “pecs” and extends down to about my belly button. The artist was Kelsey at Crayon’s Tattoo in Rochester, and I have to say, hands down this is the most beautiful tattoo I’ve ever seen or ever will see (not that I’m biased). Any future tattoos will be kept dainty and plain so that this this the centerpiece of art on my body.

I did something that some people might think is a little crazy with this – I gave Kelsey full artistic freedom. When I went to make an appointment, I asked for a phoenix feather done in watercolor style, and left the rest up to her. I read an article once by a tattoo artist that said what tattoo artists love most is to be given a chance to show their skills. I can’t fully explain why, but for this tattoo it was important for me to have the artist have a connection with my tattoo like that – to make something that wasn’t wholly me or her, but a mixture of the two. And as soon as I saw Kelsey’s portfolio, I knew she was the one who would do it.

Sitting for the ink took about 3 hours – 1 1/2 of which I spent crying. Part of it was because it hurt (My mother told me that labor pain is worse, but I’m not sure I believe her), but I think part of it was cathartic. If you remember my birthday post from last year, I said I wanted a phoenix tattoo for a line in one of my favorite books. And here’s a secret for all of you out there with virgin skin – your life after a tattoo is different that your life before. It changes you, even if it just means you change the clothes you wear to hide/show off your new skin. It’s appropriate, in a way, considering traditionally tattoos were used as a way to mark a change in someone’s life, or identify who they were or where they were from.

Sitting(laying, really) and crying (and sometimes swearing) for those three hours was a kind of metamorphosis, washing away years of hurt and pain and disappointment and failure. A phoenix is reborn ungracefully, out of ashes and smoke, and I like to think so was I.

Speaking of ungraceful, because my tattoo starts above where my bra lays, Kelsey suggested trying to lay off wearing one for a few days to prevent damage to the tattoo. Considering how sore the skin is, I had no problem following this advice. I went and bought a couple of cheap over-sized undershirts and I was one my way. However, because the office where I work for the summer is heavily air conditioned, I needed more coverage, so I broke out the scotch tape and made DIY pasties (tassels not included). Not only was it hilarious to look at, but if i moved in a certain way, the tape made a crinkling sound that made it seem like I had stuffed tissue paper down my shirt. You can go ahead and laugh – I know I did.

So you’ve now mostly been caught up on the goings-on of my life. I hope to take more time to give you poetry and science and plugs, because I have the time and I want to make use of that. I hope you’re enjoying the summer some place warm – it’s been below 60 F all week and I’m hating it!