I am an addict. While no one around me would identify me as such, I am a high-functioning addict. Not the kind that leads to a treatment center, although it probably should, but a more socially accepted and encouraged addiction. I am a sugar addict. I know this deep in my heart because I behave just like an addict would. I have tried to stop several times and have always been unsuccessful. I might last 30 or 45 days cold turkey but I always break. And when I do, it is never good. Maybe I get too tired to too stressed but somehow end up with a plastic box of freshly baked cookies, often something with peanut butter, from the bakery department of the supermarket. My mouth waters now as I write about them. Six or seven cookies later, my streak is broken and I never get back to it the next day. I am writing this with the intent that 2025 will be different. Perhaps writing about it will help me be consistent and actually rid myself of this terrible vice.