02/15/2026
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The portrait of an addict: Today shopping in a store, an elderly man came in hardly able to walk, with a cane, hobbling in pain, asking for sugar-free candy.
He said he has diabetes and wants the sugarfree candy.
He doesn't hear well as I helped look for sugar-free candy, that was not to found as they were out of it.
He was very disappointed and asked if there was anything else that was sugar-free.
There were some sugar-free marzipan bars, he got two, there was sugar-free Halva, he got two of those.
He seemed pleased, though still disappointed that they didn't have the sugar free sucking candies.
He then asked for the tea that helps with high blood pressure.
He said he has high blood pressure, diabetes, has terrible leg pain and fatigue, has toe amputations, and has neuropathy.
He has very bad hearing, so he really can't hear me when I try to explain to him, that even though the products he is buying say sugar free, they all are basically sugar. They just sweeten it with a sugar substitute maltitol, but the products are full of sugar and carbohydrates.
He was confused, and put off, asked if it was the sugar -free, I said yes, and he said well that's ok as he has diabetes, and can't have added sugar, but these were ok then.
He hoped that the tea he was buying was going to help his High Blood pressure, and I waited for him as he finished paying and walked him out to his car. He could hardly walk, but he was driving.
I placed the bag of sugar-free candies and tea for HBP for him on the front seat, right on top of his freestyle and three packs of ci******es.
I had so many conflicts of thought, and pity, and understanding, and a realization that truly this carbohydrate (call it 'stuff' ) is an addiction, different degrees of qualities of 'stuff' from the very processed with added sugars, to the whole grain free of added sugars.
Like a hardcore to softcore smorgasbord of drugs. Comparable to the different potencies and grades of pot, coke, he**in, meh, Extc, tramadex, opiates, benzo's... etc..
The reality there is virtually no differences between food carbohydrates and those drugs.
The chemical highjacking is as strong, insidious, sometimes overt, but often covert in its addictiveness, and bodily addictive responses from how it changes your basic metabolic health into a slow ever-declining state of disease/s manifested at such and in such commonly believed normal behaviors, and changes and 'personality' traits that it goes unrecognized except for overt disease states, like obesity, diabetes.
But then even that is forgiven and pandered to and gets lost in psychology crap, not even peering into the abyss of the metabolic mayhem, and nutrient deficiency carried and causing all sorts of health and personality disasters.
When I saw that man, the hobbling old man, destroyed by the addiction of carbs, addicted as well to ci******es, understanding that, just as my grandmother with alcohol, ci******es, and carbohydrate food that is not food, and the neighbor here I have with Parkinsons, debilitated into a nonfunctioning, and complaining invalid that only exists to eat her white bread, chocolate, cookies, and sucking candies, margarine.
My neighbors only pleasure is the chocolate and cookies, and ease of eating white bread with margarine to fill her empty belly easily.
Who am I to expect that if given better information maybe they would want to be a want to actively make changes in the choices and how they view food and pleasure in order to put some brakes on the hasty progression of their deterioration and stop the pain.
It won't be done.
It is truly looking at the evil face of addiction in all it's ugly nakedness.
Being addicted to something seemingly so benign, the carbohydrate, has caused more suffering, pain, illness, deterioration, mental illness, bad relationships, self-hate, addictions to pharmaceuticals, inability to be able to think clearly and without reactivity.
I myself have helped my neighbor settle in for the night, I gather cookies 6-8 at a time on a paper towel, chocolate pieces, on a paper towel, sucking candies, all placed on her nightstand, so she can get through the night, with three bottles of water.
The very same cookies I used to eat and down packs at a time, the very same chocolate I used to eat. I loved them, I bought them and spent lots of money on those foods of addiction and illness.
I have nothing but sorrow for her, and sorrow for me as I place these destructive sugar/carb laden missiles of addiction out for her to eat.
I feel like I am loading the syringe and injecting it myself into her, as I had done so often to myself. But I did not know then, but I know now.
I have full sensory repulsion of the chocolate and cookies she eats, those very same I used to love myself. Sick food I call it now. Only repulsion.
She won't hear me.
She won't entertain what I say, as she says, it is her only pleasure, as I know bite by bite, day after day, progressing if not causing her Parkinsons to be worse and worse, feeding her undiagnosed diabetes, a victim herself of a horrible health care system, inadequate and unforgivable apathy and negligence even with her severe OP (osteoporosis) progresses, and thus she continues, falling prey and parcel to the promises of drugs and surgeries that did nothing but make it worse for her...
all the while continuing the addiction of chocolate and cookies and white bread.
Liken to a mentally handicapped, we cater to, and pander to, a societal and worldwide addiction, to the very chemical compositions of processed foods created by humans for humans.
So it was ok for this portrait of an addict, at the age of 72, hobbling his way in pain and deterioration, looking for another fix .
It is an accepted way of life.
Not only accepted but upheld, pandered to and created by the highest authorities of our times.
Once that was the church. Now it is the medical authorities. No difference.
I am so glad I think, I always have. I just was lacking information. I was lacking self-understanding of foods affecting me.
Once I got off carbs, like an alcoholic, I can never go back.
Once clear of an addiction I can see, all the horrible ways it affected my life, as a child in an abusive carb reactive rageful home, same as alcohol.
The ravages of seen in all the deaths of all my family and the continued suffering.
Real life reflections.
I post this every year since 2017
Low Carb Sensibility ❤️
