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I loved what Crabby McSlacker posted the other day about her experiment with Kettle Corn and portion control. It reminded me of my multi-decade experiment with M(and)M candies.
The ampersand often fails in formatting so I avoid using it but you know what I mean by M(and)M. That freaking rainbow bag of chocolate mock happiness. I adored the colorful little buggers my whole life. It was my chocolate candy of choice for many years. When I was a kid we had red, blue, green, orange, yellow, light brown and dark brown. Then we lost blue because of the dye issue. Then we lost red. Then red came back. Then we got blue back. Finally, we lost light brown. Mourning ensued. (Are you detecting my emotional connection to these freakn' things?)
When they came out with holiday themed bags of the damn things I was in candy coated heaven. From the way I reacted to the Halloween, Fall, Easter and Christmas color lines, you would have thought it meant there was something new and wonderful about the taste of each color. Not so! There is no noticeable difference, no matter what my mind tells me about the green ones.
That's right - the green ones. Here goes the story.
I knew I had to 'limit' my consumption of candy/chocolate so I reasoned that I could just eat the green ones. Of course to get the amount of chocolate I wanted this meant I had to buy bigger bags. Eventually I would start to reason that orange was the new green and eat all the orange.
Candy 1: Jane 0.
I played the game where would limit myself to the green ones in the Christmas line of red and green. I threw out the red and only had the green. I could only have a couple at a time. I couple is two, right? My 'couples' must have been from bigamist candy families because two was easily a handful by the third taste. I found every possible excuse to return to the room with the container and have just a 'couple more.'
Candy 2: Jane 0
|Now this reminds me of a Lego Store|
Candy 3: Jane 0
My mind can conjure up the smell and taste even today, in a home that does not have any candy in it. Yes, these innocent little buttons of chocolate were the last candy I ate before being freed from sugar insanity nine months ago ago. I write innocent because the candy is not to blame for the addiction I have to sugar. Addiction is a disease: not a sin, not a crime and not an excuse. I have already done all the experimenting needed in my life with this subject.
My experiments were a complete success! I successfully proved without a doubt that portion control did not and will not work for me when it comes to sugary things. My experimenting days are over.
Candy fails: Jane Wins.
Did you/Do you have an emotional attachment to a candy?