I lost 52 pounds in 52 weeks when I was 52 by going Simply Sugar Free.
I've always known that my weight problem was in my head, not my body. That sugar delivered great "highs" and moments of intense clarity and inspiration - and comfort.
As a child at breakfast I heaped sugar on Frosted Flakes and washed it all down with Tang. After all, if it was good enough for astronauts it must be good enough for me. At lunch I shunned cold cuts for PB&J on Wonder bread. Dinner was usually mac & cheese or spaghetti.
That's a 100% carb day, recipe for an epic fail.
But that's what I wanted. What I craved. My hard-working but poor single mother was doing the best she could, unwittingly caught in the trap between a sugar-craving child and a food industry that was (and still is ... ) happy to accommodate those cravings in the name of profit.
Along the way I went from comforting myself with sugar to using it like a drug, unable to stop. It helped me cope with what I would come to know and love as my highly-sensitive personality, a tendency toward introversion and a relentless creative drive.