Boiling myself in my breakfast

I discovered that the proverbial "boiling frog in a pot" scenario was at work on my breakfast cereal this morning. At the beginning of winter I started eating porridge. I actually really like the Wild Oats Hot Stuff if you're wondering (yes, I know, they think a certain something sells everything) - it has grains added so it has a bit more grit and less stodgyness than ordinary porridge. I buy it readymade like that because there's just me to feed. Others might like to go to Aldi and buy six kilos of oats, add their own seeds and do it themselves.

I started out thinking that I would just add a little bit of brown sugar and maybe even wean myself off it. However, slowly but surely I must have been increasing that little bit of sugar over time because this morning I looked at my breakfast, when I wasn't looking at my bookshelf (it was a morning of revelations), gasped and thought 'this is a lot of brown sugar you have yourself here Ali!'. And then I wondered how the sugar situation came to be so bad, how it crept up on me and why I hadn't noticed earlier that I was now putting something like a tablespoonful of sugar on my porridge and was on my way down a slippery slope to all manner of sugar-induced disasters.