As the song goes, I am no superman. I’m only human, good people of Suffolk. I like to think I keep to a pretty good eating schedule for a diabetic. I eat the veggies. I eat the right amount of protein. And I’ve been feeling fine.

Though lately, there has been a subtle influx of sweet treats into my life. I’m not really sure how it started.

Now keep in mind, people, I have willpower. If someone offers me something sweet, I actually can say “no.” But lately, there have been some real gems marching past me that are making me have to strengthen my resolve to stay on a healthy track.

And I guess it all started with a cherry cobbler on the break room table here at the Suffolk News-Herald. I was told that this masterpiece was brought to us at by Mrs. Jeanne Banks. Mrs. Banks may not be aware, but she is a lady after my own heart. I couldn’t help having a little sample of some the finest cherry cobbler I’ve ever had.

Suddenly the sweet taste I’d grown to love in carrots dissipated and I was whisked away to fonder, though less healthy, times in my life when an entire bag of circus peanuts was considered lunch and no cupcake went uneaten.

So I decided to give myself a little break for a day or so, especially when the opportunity arose to sample a doughnut from the new O’doodleDoo’s out on Bridge Road. All I can say is this: Imagine a blueberry doughnut, covered with maple frosting and sprinkled with, none other than the treat so nice you should save me a slice, BACON.

No foodie worth his or her gourmet smoked salt can resist the opportunity to partake in a bacon-covered doughnut. As I said, I’m only human.

And then, not so long before I started writing this very column, I allowed myself one last excursion on my sugar fix trip, in the form a nice piece of tiramisu from Rosa’s Coffee, the new coffee shop on Main Street.

When it comes to tiramisu, it’s not so much a matter of whether you should eat it as it is a matter of how slowly should you savor the romantic little mind trip to Tuscany that comes with each bite. And this particular cut of tiramisu was everything a sugar bite of Italian genius should be.

So even though I probably won’t get to travel to some far off land or exotic locale anytime soon, I’m choosing to forgive myself the little venture I’ve allowed my sweet tooth to take recently. Because there is no point in making sacrifices if there’s no small reward to savor every now and then.

I’m just glad that when I do take these little sweet-tooth journeys, there’s a Jeanne Banks to drop off cobbler and new establishments in Suffolk like O’doodleDoo’s and Rosa’s Coffee to accommodate me, even if my reward times — out of respect for my condition — must be few and far between.

But now I must return to the subtle sweetness of carrots.