I’ve always been a total sugar addict. From Gushers to Fruit Roll-Ups, my love for sweets knows no bounds. So, when I decided to quit sugar cold turkey, I thought a week at a spa would be the perfect solution. Spoiler alert: it was anything but easy.

The journey started with hummingbird nectar. Yes, hummingbird nectar. Turns out, making it is simple: mix one part sugar with four parts water. It tastes like lightly sweetened heaven, and before I knew it, I was sipping it myself instead of filling the feeders. What can I say? Sugar has a way of sneaking into everything.

My husband, on the other hand, is the picture of health. While he’s out climbing metaphorical mountains of wellness, I’m on the couch, surrounded by empty Gushers packets. He’s always trying to nudge me toward healthier choices, but let’s be real—nothing compares to the pure joy of a Strawberry Sensation Fruit Roll-Up.

I even hide my stash from him. Not because he’d judge me (he’s actually really sweet), but because I don’t want to share. Swedish Fish once taught me a hard lesson: if he likes what I like, there’s not enough to go around. So, my secret sugar hoard is my little slice of heaven—one he’ll never fully understand.

The spa trip was supposed to be my fresh start. But quitting sugar? It felt like stepping into hell. I missed the sweetness, the comfort, the sheer indulgence of it all. Turns out, kicking a lifelong habit isn’t as simple as a week of detox. Who knew?

So, here I am, still a sugar junkie, and maybe that’s okay. After all, life’s too short to skip the treats that make you happy. Just maybe—next time—I’ll save the hummingbird nectar for the birds.