In defense of my vice: It’s all my mom’s fault…
This is my vice. It is my own burden to bear, but I appreciate you taking the time to understand my enjoyable suffering…
Sweet! by mhofstrand
My addiction to candy (sweet, sugary candy, not chocolate, which is in its own realm of treat) may have actually started before I had any opportunity to prevent it. When my mom was only a few months into her pregnancy with me, her go-to pregnancy craving solution was SweetTarts. Tons of them. Tons and tons of them.
Consequently, I love candy of all types and styles. From SweetTarts to Smarties, Runts to Nerds, candy and I share a symbiotic relationship…it needs to be eaten and I need to eat it.
I’ve gone on three major, cold turkey purges of candy (one for an entire year), and while it’s never a pleasant experience, it is helpful both physically and from an appreciation standpoint. When an entire year is taken off from eating my beloved Sprees and Swedish Fish, that first bite of artificial cherry or…whatever flavor Swedish Fish are…is absolutely delicious. Then I usually binge on candy for a few weeks and hope that I don’t develop diabetes.
Needless to say, I blame my mom. If only she’d had cravings for broccoli or V8, I’d be an entirely healthier person. All her fault, none of my own. At all.
