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th, food scientists simply build on what we are wired to crave.</p><p id="a8dc">From <a href="https://www.webmd.com/diet/features/13-ways-to-fight-sugar-cravings#1">WebMD</a>:</p><p id="958f"><i>…Americans do overconsume, averaging about 22 teaspoons of added sugars per day, according to the American <a href="https://www.webmd.com/heart/picture-of-the-heart">Heart</a> Association, which recommends limiting added sugars to about 6 teaspoons per day for women and 9 for men.</i></p><p id="4b06">There is sugar in damned near everything, if it’s processed, along with additional salts and other crap you and I can’t pronounce. So it was easy to pack it on as some of us had to turn to packaged foods when getting to the grocer, or at least doing it safely, got harder.</p><p id="f572">Under Covid, many if not most of us packed on pounds, feeding ourselves “comfort foods,” many if not most of which included added sugars, if not were pure sugar, as in candies and chocolate bars. I know I did.</p><figure id="9904"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*2Yle9ir1P2JupdYN"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@heatherbarnes?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Heather Barnes</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="713b">For me, however, it was more about pure stress. It’s hard to make a huge cross-country move. That’s one of life’s biggest stressors. Add to that a trip to the hospital with a kidney infection and stones, then a nasty car accident, well. It’s been quite the year and it ain’t done yet. Hardly.</p><p id="2bc7">The extreme stressors of those events were just part of the overall circumstance set.</p><p id="a524">I had to completely overhaul my diet at 67, given that I have Interstitial Cystitis and kidney stones. IC is, to my mind, a catch-all phrase that means <i>we have no clue but we’ll give it a name to sound official.</i></p><p id="3708">I know what IC is like in practice. Bad enough so that when handed a long list of Do Not Eats, I was happy to comply.</p><p id="4e89">Now handed a much, much longer additional list to prevent a recurrence of oxalate kidney stones, I was also told in no uncertain terms that salt, and my beloved sugar, were off the table. Worse, NO MORE CHOCOLATE.</p><p id="7147">Even worse, NO MORE CHOCOLATE ALMONDS. As in <b>ever</b>.</p><p id="685d">Well. <i>Shit</i>.</p><p id="3ad0">While in some ways this is a blessing, I will confess that the forced divorce from one of Life’s Great Joys- milk chocolate almonds-was hard.</p><figure id="4e2b"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*lngsYribIcdTKR5w"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@grimnoire?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">emy</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="8e44">Unlike a friend, who, when faced with the same list I got, he intoned with great gravity, that he would “eat what I want and deal with the stones,” I like being alive. Those stones nearly killed me. Imagine eating what you want, but living with a potentially deadly Sword of Damocles over your head.</p><p id="8231">I can’t speak for anyone else, but kidney stones equal suffering. At least for me they do, and for anyone else I’ve ever spoken with who has experienced them. To that, and again I can only speak for myself, stuffing my favorite foods down my gullet out of the need to put my gustatory delights ahead of both my personal safety and that of others seems stupid at best, and foolish at worst.</p><p id="9c1c">The reason, at least in my case, that such decisions have the potential to hurt others, there’s this: I flipped my car because of a kidney stone in July. It was only stupid damned luck I didn’t land on top of a car full of kids, or cause oncoming traffic to swerve and kill off those occupants. You see my point.</p><p id="fb17">Our self-serving selfishness can indeed affect others in ways that we most certainly don’t intend. If, however, you and I learn that our desires can hurt others, and I am just teasing out food here, then it seems incumbent upon us to <i>back the fuck off.</i></p><p id="12f6">If what you and I ingest makes us unhealthy, causes us disease and other issues, then it’s most certainly not just about us. It’s very much about those who count on us, love us and want us to stick around a bit longer.</p><p id="cd30">But that’s just me.</p><p id="7086">In a country full of folks who can’t be bothered to wear masks because it protects OTHER people, why on earth should I expect those same folks to make better choices about their health for the same reasons?</p><p id="bc02">But I digress.</p><figure id="eb2f"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*G9hwJ4RPM6v3rvvE"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@ahungryblonde_?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Sara Dubler</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="4089">In my favorite <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Buddhas-Teaching-Transforming-Liberation/dp/0767903692">book </a>by Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh, he points out that you and I, when and if we are able to identify the source of our suffering, in this case for me both IC and kidney stones, we can choose not to ingest those things which cause us suffering. While in the largest sense this

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would be just as applicable to ingesting doom material, hate speech and the like, let’s just keep this to sugar, my beloved nemesis.</p><p id="f7b9">I was given long and difficult lists to redirect my eating habits to prevent stones. But also those nasty IC flareups which mean long nights on the toilet with no relief in sight and the unhappy prospect of having to wear Certain Undergarments. Look. For me it was easy. I have no interest in making myself suffer physically any more than necessary.</p><p id="5603">What that meant was that those foods were off the menu. Yeah, and forever this time. No more <i>next time</i>, or <i>just a little. Just one</i>. Because for me and my compulsive nature, Just One is an invitation to the Whole Damned Bag.</p><p id="e78b">I am as bad as a reformed alcoholic invited into a bar. Just a sip, that’s all.</p><p id="8e80">Not on your life, especially if it really does mean your life.</p><p id="fcfc">Since July, I’ve not had any of the foods on the May Not Have List.</p><p id="6458">Several things have happened. Not only has my weight, which had risen some 23 pounds, dropped back down (at first to sheer stress, and now it’s maintenance). The other gift, which has been echoed by fellow Medium writers, is that the tongue gets retrained naturally to enjoy what Nature has always offered us as natural candy: berries, bananas, apples, the sweet treats without the damaging <a href="https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/323818">fructose</a>. Honey in my hot milk, for I had to give up tea and coffee because of the oxalates and tannins, is sweet enough.</p><p id="8033">A big handful of green grapes is about as sweet as I can handle. Those are my big, big treats. A Honey Crisp apple is nearly a meal unto itself. I have found immense joy in scarfing down a six ounce package of huge blackberries, and I never leave the house without two big apples in the console when I need consolation.</p><p id="a3e6">Why apples? There are all kinds of reasons that the old saw of an apple a day really is based on solid science:</p><div id="c1b4" class="link-block"> <a href="https://www.besthealthmag.ca/best-eats/nutrition/health-benefits-apples/"> <div> <div> <h2>13 Surprising Health Benefits of Apples That'll Have You Eating One (or More) a Day</h2> <div><h3>Sometimes the simplest foods are the best foods for us. You don't have to be a nutritionist to realize that apples are…</h3></div> <div><p>www.besthealthmag.ca</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*nwBspeSWAwx2gW2Q)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="30e6">If you can eat apples, have at it. As with all issues dietary, know what you can and can’t have.</p><p id="ba78">You may do that research and STILL eat shit. At that point, when the body rebels and we get sick, or get stones, or expire early, there really is just one person to blame.</p><p id="95c5">One Medium buddy had to do much the same thing with her body. She told me I could retrain my sweet tooth, and she’s right. While I will still use sweetener (certain kinds, not all), I have noticed that in the largest sense, giving up sugar has given me back two things: the body I had, which is much happier where I am now; better health from taking out those substances that make me feel heavy and logey; and better long-term health by removing substances that my particular body doesn’t like.</p><figure id="4e78"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*mIPHlZYL_YbLhX2a"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@elldot_?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Leon Ell'</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="6eb0">That last is likely true for all of us. I’ve written elsewhere that as we age, our dietary needs change. For some it’s just fewer calories. For others, for whatever reason, as we shift into life’s later gears, nutritional needs shift with us. Not paying attention can cost us dearly. Learning what we need, and still not paying attention, is just plain stupid, if not spiteful behavior towards the only instrument we have through which to experience life on Earth.</p><p id="24b9">Retraining my sweet tooth this year wasn’t strictly about getting my pre-breakup, pre-Covid body back. It wasn’t just about stating my gustatory freedom from the bad juju the breakup left behind. It was as much a statement of a genuine commitment to vibrant health as anything. While yes, you’re damned right I miss my chocolate almonds (which at one point my <i>Illumination </i>buddy <a href="undefined">Charles Roast</a> offered to send me express mail, bless his six-pack-protected good heart), I am done with them.</p><p id="873d"><b>That’s a statement of freedom.</b> From bad food, bad diseases, bad side effects. And the freedom to eat what Nature intended as our sweets, some of which (citrus, pineapple) I’ve also had to give up. But what’s left is plenty.</p><figure id="3621"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*b94AMNsik10wYjYD"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@clemono?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Clem Onojeghuo</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure></article></body>

A captivating afternoon of scarecrows, Dr. Pepper, and an Alapaha vegetable garden

Go on a captivating tour of endearing four-year-old Ryleigh Harrell’s summer vegetable garden at her grandparents’ home in the Deep South agricultural community of Alapaha, Georgia. In the first of nine slideshow candids a worn Dr. Pepper can stands guard as the enterprising young lady flashes a winning smile after plucking the first radish of the harvest season. Photography by Jeremy Roberts

Adorable four-year-old Ryleigh Harrell, daughter of Russ and Jessica [Joyce] Harrell and granddaughter of Alan and Cathy [Stone] Harrell, took this writer on a captivating tour of her burgeoning summer vegetable garden at her grandparents’ home in Alapaha, Georgia.

Sequestered behind a sturdy wooden shed undergoing painting renovations to become the little girl’s permanent playhouse perfect for daily tea and dance parties, late March was the first time that Ryleigh — with her Nino’s assistance — planted vegetables.

Perched on stakes, two miniature, well-crafted scarecrows welcome visitors and hopefully ward off pesky birds, squirrels, armadillos, and other varmints. For the time being their names are Ryleigh and Karleigh — the latter is Cathy’s second grandchild, the four and a half-month-old daughter of Lance and Savannah [Roberts] Harrell. During our conversation, Ryleigh mentions a name out of the blue that she believes more fitting of a friendly scarecrow — Rosie.

Four shovel-enhanced rows judiciously picked clean of weeds and rotten flower petals contain once towering Irish potatoes — askew after the previous weekend’s mighty winds — along with caged tomatoes, radishes, bell peppers, strawberries, and carrots. Uprooting a flaming red radish almost ready for harvesting, Ryleigh admits that she isn’t a fan of their acquired pungent taste. Carrots are her favorite by a wide margin.

Ryleigh Harrell poses with Rosie the peace-loving scarecrow while first cousin Karleigh Harrell prefers a red rockin’ chair at the Berrien County home of grandparents Alan and Cathy Harrell on April 27, 2015. Tomatoes, bell peppers, and vigorous Irish potatoes grow nearby. Photography by Jeremy Roberts

A giant brick red wash tub and adjacent flower pot holds a miscellaneous, overflowing assortment of plants that couldn’t fit elsewhere. The perceptive farmer in the making is confident that next year’s garden will be even bigger.

While browsing Jernigan’s Farm Service and Supply one afternoon, Nino asked what type of pepper plant should they choose especially for Ryleigh’s mother. Without hesitation, Ryleigh blurted out, “Dr. Pepper!” Nino gamely conceded by placing an upturned Dr. Pepper can on a stick mere inches from the actual bushes. Ryleigh laughs infectiously every time this story is told.

Walk around the future playhouse and a lilting aroma of petunias, red salvia, Black-eyed Susans, and zinnias await unsuspecting visitors. Bright pinks and dark purples are Ryleigh’s most cherished colors. A viable task on Ryleigh’s bucket list for next year — planting roses.

A down-to-earth hair stylist with Becky’s Beauty Salon for 23 years and married to her semi truck-drivin’ husband since 1984, Cathy loves Ryleigh and Karleigh to pieces and is “blessed to have such beautiful and sweet granddaughters” [Author’s Note: Ryleigh was born on October 16, 2010, while first cousin Karleigh drew her first breath on December 10, 2014].

Cathy “Nino” Harrell beams while holding four and a half-month-old granddaughter Karleigh Harrell as eldest grandchild Ryleigh Harrell sits comfortably in a red rockin’ chair near their debut vegetable garden in Alapaha, Georgia, on April 27, 2015. Photography by Jeremy Roberts
Four-year-old Ryleigh Harrell stands between two friendly scarecrows, one of whom is named Rosie, in her very first vegetable garden on April 27, 2015, at the Berrien County home of grandparents Alan and Cathy Harrell. Photography by Jeremy Roberts
A young farmer in the making, four-year-old Ryleigh Harrell is nearly consumed by a humongous wash tub containing left-over Irish potatoes, Bell peppers, and other vegetables on April 27, 2015, at the Berrien County residence of Alan and Cathy Harrell. Photography by Jeremy Roberts
Ryleigh Harrell carefully adjusts a lock of hair on Rosie the scarecrow’s facade on April 27, 2015, at the Berrien County home of grandparents Alan and Cathy Harrell. The caged tomatoes and Irish potatoes were planted by the pretty little girl. Photography by Jeremy Roberts
Four-year-old Ryleigh Harrell admires a beautiful array of red roses on the front property of her grandparents’ Alapaha, Georgia home on April 27, 2015. Photography by Jeremy Roberts
A sculpture of a little boy fishes as Ryleigh Harrell poses near her grandmother Cathy Harrell’s outdoor wading pond on April 27, 2015, in Alapaha, Georgia. Photography by Jeremy Roberts
Cathy “Nino” Harrell, a 22-year hair stylist at Becky’s Beauty Salon, stands behind sweet granddaughter Ryleigh Harrell as they proudly show their very first, shovel-enhanced vegetable garden on April 27, 2015, in Alapaha, Georgia. Photography by Jeremy Roberts

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