So, more than a week in to this whole "no candy" thing, and I haven't caved yet. There are times when I want nothing more than to fall headfirst into a bowl of Hershey bars, but I've not allowed myself that luxury. I have had a 4 Pop-Tart day this week, but that's another story. In my defense, two were consumed in the morning and two at night. Perhaps it will be a "no Pop-Tart Lent!"
When I miss candy the most is when I'm at work. This time of year is our slowest; everyone's elsewhere, shopping and decorating and wrapping. I want the sweet burst of flavor, that zing of sugar and carbohydrate and smoothe, rich momentary relief from boredom. Our candy jar is well-stocked. Mercifully, it is hidden in a file cabinet and not in plain sight. Out of sight, out of mind is true to an extent.
Instead of a mini Kit Kat or Almond Joy, I chew a piece of gum. Yay. I enjoy gum. (I'm reminded of Chandler on Friends, stuck in the ATM vestibule with Jill Goodacre... "Gum would be perfection.") I like its breath-freshening, thirst-quenching properties. But it's gum, ho hum, and it's just not the same.