The universe has good news for the lost, lonely and heartsick.
The sugars are here speaking straight into your ears.
I'm Steve Allman.
I'm Cheryl Strayed.
This is Dear Sugars.
Oh dear.
So won't you please share some bit of sweetness with me?
I check my bell vibes every day O in the sugar you see my way.
Dear Sugars, I've been on and off diets for 25 years.
I don't think I can string two days together when I was not starting a diet.
Thinking about starting a diet on a diet or falling off the wagon.
The goal of my first diet was to fit into a pair of Guess jeans.
I was in fifth or sixth grade at the time of that first diet, and Guess jeans were popular.
I'd fantasize about buying the jeans and wearing them to school with my shirt tucked in so
that all of the kids could see the symbol on my back pocket.
I never lost enough weight to buy those jeans.
Over time, they became a symbol of what losing weight would feel and look like for me.
Guess jeans turned into a new basketball uniform to play on the team in junior high.
New jeans for my first day of college or a whole new me for law School.
After 25 years of dieting, I feel like an accidental expert.