Every single time I open the fridge, I see those evil horrid boxes of Cadbury Caramel Eggs. Damn those after Easter sales. I think hubby said they were half off so he bought two boxes and there they sit, right in the door of the fridge, taunting me.
This isn’t a post about willpower. You see, refined sugar is one of my migraine triggers. If I were to actually eat one of those things, it might actually mean my death by chocolate. I would certainly be laid out for at least three days and ready to off myself.
The funny thing is, dessert, chocolate, ice cream, that sort of thing doesn’t usually tempt me in the least. Think of that time you had way too much of a certain drink, say margaritas (Angie, I’m looking at you), and now every time you even think of tequila your gag reflex kicks in. It’s sort of like that, minus the gag reflex, but still I have no desire to inflict that sort of torture on myself.
Most people I know apologize when they are indulging in their sugary goodness of choice when I’m around, knowing I can’t eat it. Let me assure you, this is totally unnessesary. I don’t want it and if I get a sugar craving there are substitutes. Still, thos flippin’ Cadbury Caramel Eggs are calling to me and I haven’t run across a suitable substitute.
Damn you, G, Hurry up and eat them so I don’t have to keep thinking about them.
