It's no secret that I've got a major sweet tooth.
I dream about chocolate, I thirst for milkshakes and I eat cake with my bare hands. My knees go weak when I smell vanilla extract and my heart beats faster when I hear the oven timer go off.
My parents have this story they tell me, about the time I ate my first twinkie. I was really young, and a babysitter gave me one to try. I was minding my own business, savoring the sweet cream filled cake, when my babysitter asked me if I'd like another one. I was barely even making progress on the first twinkie, but apparently the thought of a second threw me into a tizzy. I promptly shoved the rest of the first twinkie into my tiny mouth and reached my hand out for a second one.
That's where my sugar addiction started.Read More