I haven't had breakfast or lunch in fourteen months. Okay, maybe a scheduled slip or two each month when friends or family called. But mostly, I don't eat until 6 p.m. That's eighteen hours after the inevitable midnight snack. After losing thirty pounds, I'm prone to self-congratulating statements like, "The human body was never meant to absorb the constant caloric onslaught of the modern food buffet." And yes, I have more energy and brain power by not eating all day. I drink coffee and water until my teeth chatter. But every evening at 6 p.m. I need a trench shovel to break my fast. And sugar is making a big comeback on the menu. I know what Dr. Jason Fung would say.