For a several years I had a pretty solid habit of clean eating until a short stint in the hospital for emergency bowel surgery triggered a relapse. My kryptonite foods are pretty much anything with high amounts of simple starches or sugar, or preferably both: the bag of chips and craft cider after a long salt-leaching group ride, the afternoon energizer brownie, the reward pizza justified with even the meagerest of accomplishments. Sugar is one of the most insidiously addictive things we consume and yet is hardly given its due as a destructive agent like its cousins heroin, cocaine and alcohol. For me it's a slippery slope. I don't do well on it–mood swings, bloating and brain fog.