We all have those things in our lives that cause us to become weak upon the sheer sight of them. I have to admit that there are a few of them. Fortunately, or unfortunately, for me they are food items so nothing too serious. Unfortunately, they tend to rotate with the holidays. Fortunately, some items are now controlled by whether or not my “diet restrictions” will allow them or not. If I feel so bad afterward that it is not worth it, I just will not touch them anymore. You know, things like nuts.
For example, I love pecans but they are not worth the pain and suffering. Initially, I could control the amount of suffering. The initial suffering was a migraine. Pecans (and most nuts in general) are a migraine trigger for me. I could control that by simply eating just a few. I could have a taste as long as that was all I had. Then after my adventures with all the digestive issues and ultimately my surprise diagnosis of diverticulitis it was clear that a migraine was not the only thing that nuts were setting off. Initially nuts were not a problem, but as I have learned to live with the diagnosis I have found out through “experimentation” and paying attention to my symptoms what foods were setting off the “flare ups” of the diverticulitis as well. I can tell you from experience that a flare up is not fun. It is actually quite painful.
All of that being said, I will still admit that there are somethings that are just that – weaknesses. They are those things that no matter what, you will eat them if they are put in front of you. You may not even know why because they may not be all that good, but for some reason they bring you to your knees in even your strongest moments. It is most likely due to some emotional trigger that these things spark every single time you are around them. In the end, it does not matter why, it is going to happen even at your strongest moments. If the bag is opened, you are a goner. We all have them. We all may not openly admit to them, but we all have them.
Alas, it is quickly approaching that time of the year for me. I know for me it is emotional. For me it is very much associated with little memories of things of years gone past. I may not have full recollection of those memories in my childhood, but my emotional self does. Something about these little seemingly non-important things sparks those emotional memories all over again.
As I was walking down the aisles of Sam’s Clubs this evening, there was one of my weaknesses staring me in the face in mega-oversized bags, ready for the purchasing. There they were – mega-sized bags of candy corn. The good news is that I do have some control over this weakness on some level. This probably stems from the fact that they just are “not all that good” to begin with, but it does not matter in the end. If there is a bag open in front of me, I will consume until I cannot consume any more. I will literally consume until I am sick.
Fortunately, I know better than to buy a bag of Candy Corn. To buy a bag this big would be tragic. That would be a travesty waiting to happen. Trouble in the making. You do not supply an addict with their addiction. Not a good idea. Needless to say, I took the picture then quickly walked on before the evil angel sitting on my shoulder could convince me to do otherwise. I did not need a bag of Candy Corn this size anywhere near my house. No. I will not eat that much Candy Corn. I will resist and I will not consume that much Candy Corn this fall.
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