It’s in everything. It can be masked under all sorts of names. Let’s be clear: Sugar is sugar no matter which name they mask it under. Yes, honey and molasses too.

brown sugar
raw sugar
cane juice 
beet juice  
agave syrup 
apple, grape, or orange juice concentrate
confectioner's sugar
baker's sugar
powdered sugar

Next time you reach for your favorite sauce, condiment, potato chips, or even a beer check the label to see if it has one of the hidden sugars — my guess, it probably does. The higher up on the list of ingredients typically means that there is a large amount of the ingredient. So that’s why on some packages you’ll see several different types of sugars listed. Don’t be fooled.

This article gives a more in depth look and may be helpful:

Sugar Overload Curbing America’s Sweet Tooth

Chrisetta Mosley

Chrisetta Mosley

I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!

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