The Sugar War!

At 3 o'clock, something comes over me. Something that I have no control over. Something that has total control over me.

Like clock work, every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday at 3 o'clock my sugar tooth starts to crave...desire...NEED...sugar! No matter what I do, it will not go away! I scour the office like a rodent, walking past every cubicle looking for a piece of chocolate, just a piece! One simple, little, tiny ounce of melt-in-your-mouth relief!

I decided that it was not good for me to go through this every day and I started bringing little sweets to work with me. At 3 o'clock, when my craving hit, I would grab my miniature 3 Musketeers candy "bar" (it's not really a candy bar, more like a candy bite) and savor each pleasurable piece of it.

And, just to be clear, the word "craving" does not even begin to do justice to describe the "craving" that comes over me! This "craving" folks, it is hereditary and I got it from my mom. Honestly. My mom is a chocolate lover, shes' a chocolateer, a chocoholic, a...you get the point! So, back to my 3 Musketeers...

After eating my 3 Musketeers I felt satisfied and could effectively and efficiently continue on with my work day. Until the day that I opened a can of worms. I rue the day!

Last Friday was "one of those days." One of those days where it's acceptable to eat sweets to make one feel better.

What?
Huh?
You say it's never OK to eat sweets to make one feel better? Well, hack-puh! I spit on that!

So, last Friday I bought a box of Sweet Tarts. Oh, how I love Sweet Tarts! The problem is, once 3 o'clock hit, I couldn't stop eating them! As soon as I would finish the small pile I poured for myself, my mind could not, would not, stop thinking about getting more. The "craving" really is inexplicable. It's a need, a very strong N-E-E-D. Something comes over you and all you can think about and focus on is getting that sweet. I ended up eating Sweet Tarts until I had sores on my tongue and felt sick to my stomach. Ugh, I know, horrible, isn't it?

The Friday Sweet Tarts lasted me until yesterday (Monday) afternoon, 3:37 PM to be exact. I knew I couldn't keep doing this or I would turn into a plump sweet tart myself (well, plump and sweet, but not a tart!). I got the BRILLIANT idea that I needed to by a hard candy that will take awhile to consume and satiate my hunger. I figured that I would eat less of this hard candy since it would take longer to eat, hence satisfying my craving.

Enter Wal-Mart. Purchase Gobstoppers. Check!

This afternoon when that stupid, all consuming craving attacked, yes, attacked me, I was prepared! I laughed in the face of this temptation: Whaaa-haaa-haaa! And with that, I opened my Gobstoppers, took one out and began to enjoy it.

Gobstoppers, I thought, were a hard candy. I wanted it to be a hard candy so that it lasted longer. Just to test it, I bit down after a few minutes of it being in my mouth. Much to my surprise and horror, the Gobstopper broke in half!

"WHAT?!?!", I shrieked! This is not supposed to happen, I thought! Oh well.

And, as soon as that Gobstopper was gone, I wanted another, and then another, it was just like with the Sweet Tarts! I ate Gobstoppers until I felt sick. (Really, though, sick is too strong of a word, let's say uncomfortable.) I ate Gobstoppers until I was uncomfortable.

CRAP!

Since that plan back-fired I decided that I need to go back to bringing in one single candy to satisfy and fulfill my craving. That way, when it's gone, it's gone. In the mean-time, I don't know what I'm going to do with all of these Gobstoppers!