If you've ever lived with me for any period of time (B, M in VT, Feather Nester) you know that I have a raging sugar addiction. Raging. The more pure, the better. I can rationalize this because I read once on a hypoglycemic support website that one of the main symptoms that hypoglycemics deal with is a craving for pure, unadulterated sugar. I have about a million other symptoms too, but that one is the one that people seem to notice.
When we were all in high school, my unadulterated sugar cravings took the form of eating Jello mix at Feather Nester's track meets, sitting in front of the TV with M from VT while we ate ice tea mix out of the can, or eating inhuman amounts of Peeps at Easter. I have since dropped the Jello habit, mostly dropped the ice tea habit (though not totally), but my addition to Peeps and all other Easter candy is Fierce, as Christian would say. (I even have a super cute Peep shirt that M sent me last year!)
Yellow peeps, regular jelly beans, Cadbury creme eggs, Cadbury caramel eggs.... Heaven!! Pure, delicious heaven. I'm sorry to tell you that when it comes to Easter candy I have absolutely no off switch. My workouts lately are doing nothing to advance the "wedding body" I'm going for and are simply staving off the "Easter Fat" that would inevitably ensue. I'm not kidding... it's a little disgusting. Every night before dinner I have one emergency Peep, just to hold me over. Then after dinner I have a minimum of four additional peeps, lots of jelly beans, and if I can sneak past B to get to the kitchen, a Cadbury egg.
This is from the girl who is famous for portion control! So anyway, on that note I'll leave you with a hysterical Peep-picture my friend sent me today called "Peep Show"...