And have been for as long as I can remember.
As a child I used to wait until my mum was upstairs and I would raid the biscuit tin, shovelling them into my mouth at breakneck speed before she came back down.
Sometimes I would even mix icing sugar with butter and eat the thick, sweet, creamy mixture straight with a spoon. Bet you didn't know that, did you mum? I also bet you're not surprised.
At school they sold incredibly chocolatey moist bars of tiffin at lunchtime and I would beg and borrow (not steal) money from my chums to get my fix. And I wouldn't just eat one. I'd eat two or three.
And I never felt sick. I suppose my body was so used to the elevated levels of sugar. It had already been in training for years by this point.
The only reason I wasn't an overweight child and have never been a heavily overweight adult is simply due to the amount of physical activity I've always been involved in: swimming, dancing, badminton, netball, gymnastics as a youngster. I was always on the go and still am: Zumba, spinning, Insanity, running, weight training. Twelve pretty intense sessions per week of exercise and yet I still have extra layers of fat around my middle. The reason being?
My trainer tells me this on an almost daily basis. I think she's sick of telling me. And I'm sick of it too. Sick of my lack of willpower and discipline when it comes to sugary foods, sick of the extra and unnecessary chub, sick of being at the mercy of foods like this:
Since I began training seriously in September my body has most definitely changed shape and inches have been lost: I'm a comfortable size 12 (US 8) in trousers yet still a 14 (US 10) on top. My BREAST friends have seen a very slight reduction in cup size. I'm obviously meant to be a busty lady and I really ought not to complain - I'd much rather it was on my boobs than my butt! But the simple truth is that no amount of exercise will shift the last remaining pockets of stubborn fat and so I, the Ginger Warrior have decided that enough is enough, that now is the time to take control of my tastebuds rather than let them be the master of my overly insulated waistline!
They reckon it takes three to four weeks of completely removing refined sugars from your diet before you no longer experience the maddening cravings. So that, dear Warriors, is my approach. Go cold turkey. Say "Adios, sugar, I hope we don't meet again anytime soon!". I'm nervous, nervous as hell. I've tried this method before and failed. Miserably. But I'm a fall-off-a-horse-and-get-back-on-asap kind of a gal and as such, I'm going to give it another bash. And if I should trip and stumble along the way then I will accept those moments for the learning curves they are and carry on regardless. I don't believe in self-deprecation - it's depressing, self-indulgent and entirely counter productive.
I won't bore you with overly regular updates but I will, of course, let you know how how my journey to being sugar free is progressing. I'm primed and ready and so is my kitchen!
Wish me luck and the willpower of a Warrior!
GW over and out.