Candy.

I love candy. When I was little my mom was a health nut. Daily doses of homemade yogurt, granola, beans/rice, barley green, wheat germ, and whole wheat were common. I didn't taste coca-cola until I was five years old. (My mom has suffered with chronic fatique since she was 11 years old. Her health nut phase was an attempt to improve her health. It didn't work.) As I got older she relaxed about the heath food stuff. We'd grab McDonalds after school on her tired days. (She also has hypoglacimea?, so she has to eat often.) Other times while shopping she'd have a coke for extra energy. Our shopping experiences usually consisted of her sitting on a bench in the walkway of the mall while I held items up in the doorway of the store to get her opinions. I would always carry her purse to conserve her energy. 95% of the time we had to head home long before I was ready to go.

Back to my love for candy... now that I'm an adult, there are no rules. I can eat as much candy as I want. This is a bad thing. I overdo it often. I love starburst, skittles, shocktarts, sweettarts, sour patch, chewy sprees. Wow! I never realized they all begin with the letter 'S'. Sometimes I eat so much of this stuff that the sour stuff makes my tongue raw. (I forgot to mention sour skittles. If you haven't tried them, go buy a pack.)

I wonder if being deprived of candy as a kid has made me go overboard with candy as an adult. The weird thing is, because of the way I was raised, I feel like I have a lot of knowledge about health, vitamins, organic food, etc. Do I pay attention to this knowledge though? NOOOOO. I just keep eating candy.

(Thanks to my gift-giving coworker who gave me a POUND of skittles for my b-day! Red is my favorite flavor.)