There was no question in my mind what today’s C-word would be. Sometimes it seems like my entire life has been lived under the influence of my one critical weakness – candy, in all its various forms. Candy has played a leading role in all the major stages of my life and been a vital crutch through the crazier parts. Unfortunately there have been many chaotic points, so candy has also contributed to a lifetime struggle with the weigh scale – and my thighs.
When I was very small, I believed that if I ate Smarties, they would make me smarter. This was a time when pennies could buy a bag of candy, but I credit Smarties with getting me through primary school with a reasonable ability to read and write. I could argue that apparently I didn’t eat quite enough of them since science always baffled me and quite frankly it still does.
Licorice was the candy of choice through high school. I had a study-buddy during my graduating year and we would spend hours together studying English and History while drinking coffee through straws made of stale licorice with the ends chewed off.
Chocolate in all its glorious forms got me through university with my sanity intact and the childhood of my 2 boys was filled with jelly beans and gummy bears.
During my working career, Licorice Allsorts and Cadbury Easter Creme Eggs were my poison of choice when the 3pm crash would hit or I was stranded in the office late at night. Only now am I somehow surprised that it didn’t occur to me that this could have contributed to the insomnia that plagued me through so much of my working life. It’s a small miracle that my candy obsession didn’t develop into serious health problems.
For that reason, I staged an intervention with myself earlier this year. Clearly it was time to take control of the candy crutch. I provided compelling examples of how they were false friends and reasons why I should be shunning their company. I’m a good listener and so far have been following my own advice.
I’m very wise like that. I credit the Smarties.