Sweet and lower.
About a week ago, (most of you who are actually reading this are shocked I still know the address to this blog, it’s been tough to get to it with the great flood of 2013) I noticed that I don’t like how my nerves feel. I felt jittery. I was unhappy.
My loving life partner informed me it’s part of getting old. I say Bah, Humbug. It is something else.
I decided to go on a search, in and around my body (no cavity searches, just chakra kind of crap) and I decided its the Truvia. I was trying to supplant (I chose that WOW word very carefully) sugar with a substitute. I was using it in my coffee in my oatmeal muffins, everywhere I needed sweetness. (I hope most of you are now melting, and reminding yourself that my sweetness is so very plentiful that it not necessary to actually add to it, but alas, a man must eat.)
Anyway, I stopped eating it. And I went, on Throw Back Thursday, to Sweet and Low. You may ask – what the… how did that become the sweetener of choice? It is just sweet enough for me. The cancer crap was never proven and my grand parents practically worshipped it and lived to 93. Fat, artificially sweetened, but 93. I plan to go out the same way.
And – of course, it would not be a Clutching Coins post if I did not report that it was $1.75 for a box of 100 packets, versus $6.48 of Truvia.
Early retirement – here I come!