I've made efforts to leave it out of my house.
I've made decisions to leave it out of our mealtime repertoire.
Even though I really want to leave it in.
I think about it when I am stressed. I dream about it when I want a snack and nothing else will do. I pine for it when all I have for lunch is boring soup...because surely, after boring soup, I've earned a reward.
Without knowing it, I've nurtured a little boy who loves sugar too. It started with making chocolate chip cookies together and then savoring each warm, chocolaty bite. It moved into making good use of the frosting remainded in the fridge by slathering it atop a crispy graham cracker. It progressed to candy treats gathered with each passing holiday. He responsibly organizes it by type. And rations it after sorting.
And asks for it every night at dinner's close.
"What can I have for dessert?"
"You can have either strawberries or raspberries."
Look at us; we're enabling healthy choices. Controlled healthy choices, but choice none the less.
"That's fruit. Fruit isn't sugar."
"I would rather have a cookie from the freezer."
Yes. Me too. Bring it.
"OK. Maybe just one tonight. Cookies are special treats though; they're not for every night."
Really? Judging by my historical data, they must be.
The apple never falls far...