The sky has been dumping snow all over Japan, with snow starting to fall in Tokyo from sometime last night or early this morning. Snow continues to fall, accompanied by strong winter winds. Hence, hubby and I cancelled all plans of going out and stayed home watching a Metallica concert on disc and the Winter Olympics on TV. There is still a blizzard out there as I write this. I wish we had these conditions (even with the wind) when we skied last weekend.
Last weekend was unusually hot in Japan for February. Although the skiing in Nagano last Saturday morning was not that bad, the temperature started to rise in the afternoon. By Sunday, the temperature was between 6 and 7 degrees C (perhaps higher?) and the snow had turned to slush. I was complaining about how hot 7 degrees was, which I’d say was anomalous for someone who grew up in a tropical country and was standing on a mountain top surrounded by snow! We were literally skiing on wet table sugar, with some portions looking like the Coke slurpee I used to love years ago. While I was trying my very best to spring ski, I was spewing waves upon waves of unspoken expletives. Because the snow was like sticky sugar, sugar was inevitably attached to those swear words.
Why can’t sugar leave me alone?
Sugar. As a Type 2 diabetic, I shudder when I hear the word sugar. Literally. When I was diagnosed, the first thing that my GP told me was to ditch sugar and it was not easy. To anyone who has a sugar addiction, please know that you can get rid of it – you can do it.
I never thought I’d actually get over my fondness for sugar. I grew up in a society which, like many other societies, loves sugar and sweet things. Although my mother tried her very best to discourage us from sugar-laden foods and drinks, sugar was unavoidable – desserts, snacks, slurpee, and sickeningly sweet coffee, iced tea, soda and fruit juice. But now, sugar is no longer such a big or unsurmountable issue with me, which makes my life with diabetes a lot easier to manage. I mean, I now drink black coffee and unsweetened tea. Who would have thought? So, now slurpee no longer bothers me, unless it’s slurpee on the mountains.
I guess that’s sugar’s way of trying to own me. If it can no longer tempt me to eat loads of it, it will call on its distant cousin on the ski slopes to make life difficult for me. How sneaky; much like how sugar finds its way into our bodies these days. But, I got the better of it, because at the end of the ski day, my blood sugar was low.