Jars of joy lined my pantry shelves. Preserves and jellies, dilled pickles and basil-blemished tomatoes. Strawberry-Fig Preserves that called my name and turned me into an addict. In no time they were gone, consumed on home-made scones, walnut-studded brie and other edibles.
The pounds added up and my pants were too snug for comfort.

It was then that I realized that I was addicted to the white stuff. No not cocaine- but sugar!

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