Hello, and welcome to my odyssey: For this year, I have decided to crop added sugar out of the richly saturated JPEG of my life, in an effort to improve my daily function and maybe regain that lower-stomach “V” I had my senior year of college. Do you know what I’m talking about? It’s the no-sugar diet, and it’s not for the faint of heart.
In truth, I don’t know the benefits of cutting sugar out of your diet, other than gaining the superhuman ability to work your new lifestyle into nearly every conversation you have. Some doctors say you feel less sluggish, your risk of diabetes plummets, and your eating habits, now unencumbered by temptation, generally improve. This is all fine, but I care about looking good now. And unlike a more restrictive diet, no added sugar takes the deceptively simple form of a single directive: Don’t eat sweets. I don’t particularly love them, but I do eat three packs of Skittles every workday because I have no self-control. This will take some resolve.
Excerpted from GQ