Candy

I have another confession to make (since confessing the massive amounts of TV I watch was sorta liberating). I eat too much candy. Really, I do. Take whatever you picture as too much candy and double it. I'm not kidding.

I have a designated favorite candy for EVERY holiday.
Christmas, its candy canes. I'm not talking the cheap dollar a box Bob's candy canes. No, that would be too simple. I'm talking really pepperminty gigantic candy canes from here. Thankfully Wegmans starts carrying them after Thanksgiving. I *might* buy 2 or 3 or 4 every time I visit Wegmans till they are gone.
For Valentine's day, its conversation hearts. I like the white ones best, and will pick though an entire bag just to find the white ones.
For Easter, its jelly beans. Just Born spice jelly beans to be specific. I only eat the white, pink, and green ones. I have issues. So far this year I've only allowed myself to eat one bag, but that one bag I ate in one sitting.
For Thanksgiving, I can eat my body weight in candy corn. I really like the pumpkins, but I'm not too picky.

If its not a holiday, no worries. I love almost all candy. I have candy stashes across my apartment. Like this one:

Because M&Ms belong with my basting oil, right?

Or this drawer that should be holding towels:

I've been trying to watch what I eat lately and I started keeping a food diary. Last week I was shocked at how much candy I ate. So this week I declared it no candy week. And ya, its not going so well. I got super grouchy this afternoon, so my sweet husband brings me some candy. Problem solved. I felt better. I don't think I will be able to give up candy. Maybe I should just try and cut back :)