One time a doctor at the on-campus clinic looked at my blood sugar reading said I might be prediabetic. This was an early-morning appointment at a time in my life when I wasn't very used to that and had rushed out of my dorm while scarfing down a bagel that had been hastily topped with the only thing in the cabinet that was in a squeeze bottle — honey!

No blood test over the next decade showed even a hint of elevated blood sugar.