I’ve lost 23 kilograms on my low-carb journey, but my sweet tooth clearly has other plans. Skittles, sour gummies, and ice-cold Coke still know exactly how to get my attention. Add boredom, social snacking, and a football team that keeps losing, and you’ve got a recipe for dietary disaster. Breaking up with sugar sounded simple. Apparently, nobody told my cravings.
I cracked a tooth, ignored it for nearly a year, and convinced myself that chewing on the other side was a perfectly reasonable solution. Then peanut brittle entered the picture. What followed was a painful reminder that dental problems rarely disappear just because you’d prefer not to deal with them. Apparently, my tooth had other plans.