It's the middle of the afternoon, I just finished lunch. The gum I'm chewing just isn't cutting it. I scrounge around my desk drawer, then my purse. I'm looking for a lost M&M or Smartie that may have dropped out. But alas, the mining expedition came up dry. I chew a new piece of gum to keep the taste buds happy. Running to the vending machine will waste time. Get on with it, get back to work.
It's been a couple of weeks since Valentine's day and I'm still thinking about candy. There are four holiday events during the year when the candy has themes and is overflowing entire aisles devoted to: Halloween, Christmas, Valentine's Day and Easter. From October to April it is candy, candy, candy. It's one holiday rollng into another and the candy is plentiful.
At my Weight Watchers meeting, the leader admitted she was a sugar-holic. She described how she was told that the only way to get over her addiction was to go to the candy aisle and confront the sugar. She failed miserably because she left purchasing bags of candy. Going near the candy aisle was the equivolent of being an alcoholic, you can't have just one Snicker bar.
I'll admit I never thought too much about candy until it was always around. I have a friend at work who will slide me a bag of sour gummies or Willy Wonka Nerds. I guess that is how any addiction starts; it is a socially acceptable introduction. It breaks up the monotony of the workday. Everyone is doing it.
Most people need to watch what they eat and I am one of them. I can't eat on a unlimited basis because it takes me down a spiral of unhealthiness. Being overweight took a toll on my social acceptability and ego many years ago. I climbed out of that hole but, it still takes a great deal of discipline from deep down inside me to temper the cravings.
There is something about that sugar rush on my tongue. It's like a party in my mouth. I become unconscious. And then I get sick. Why did I eat that?
My name is Patty and I'm a candy addict.
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