(Crisps are a different matter. That's chips for my American friends. I can hover up a party bowl of crisps faster than the latest Dyson during a power surge.)
However I have always had a major penchant for Rowntree's Fruit Gums. The ones shaped like tiny little fruits. As a child, I'd save up my pocket money for weeks to buy a box. I was distraught when they discontinued the raspberry ones in the nineties. I even wrote to complain.
I haven't had a fruit gum frenzy for a long time. Apart from anything else, refined sugar is in the AVOID section of the how-not-to-get-breast-cancer-(again) diet sheet. Along with alcohol, obvs.
But today we were doing the drive back to the big smoke from the depths of Cornwall, and everyone knows that whatever you eat on a road trip does not count. (Same is true for anything off a child's plate).
So, I bought a family sized pack of Rowntree's Fruit Gums. After all, we are a family of five.
(I conveniently ignored the fact that I am the only one in the family who actually likes fruit gums).
I resolved to eat just a few. Spread out through the journey. I'd then put the rest away until the next road trip.
But once I started, I just couldn't stop. My hand just kept moving from the pack to my mouth as if it had a life of its own.
By the time we'd reached Yeovil, there were hardly any left.
I decided they'd all have to go, otherwise they'd just be sitting there as a reminder of my terrible gluttony, constantly calling to me.
So, just two hours into the journey and I was on a major sugar high, jaw aching, a raging post sugar thirst, and feeling rather disgusted with myself.
I was reminded of sw6mum's comment about the book The Happiness Project (which I must read), and how it categorises people into two personality types: moderators (people who are happy cutting down), and abstainers (people who are happier cutting out).
No prizes for guessing which one is me....
Happy Friday to you all.
Love SM x
