the addict

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

I have come to the realization that I have a serious addiction.

It's a compulsion really.

I will stop at nothing, even venturing to WalMart on a Saturday morning, sans make-up, to get my fix.

The saddest part is, is that my kids are hooked now too.

Yes, it's true. I am willing to admit it now... I am a cinnamon bear addict.

The addiction has startly slowly, beginning in my childhood at my grandma's house, I remember she used to have the Brach's bears in a red bowl on the coffee table. Actually, it is a generational disease. My mother has fallen victim to the gummy grasp of the cinnamon bear as well. I watched her indulge many a time throughout my childhood.

For years I was unable to locate cinnamon bears. I tried to get my fix with hot tamales and gummy bears, but lets be honest here, neither come close to the deliciousness that is the Cinnamon Bear.

I re-discovered them during my first pregnancy at the local Top Foods Bulk Candy section. Ahh, the glorious bear had returned.

During my second pregnancy the craving was at an all time high and I indulged often.

Then the bears fell by the wayside after I had my daughter as I was attempting to eat less crap and lose weight. Which by the way, worked. I might consider trying that again. Eating all the crap I want has had an undesirable affect on how all my clothes are fitting me now. I'm thinking I might need to go back to paying attention to what I put in my mouth. But I digress.

This past fall, our department started up a secret pal gift exchange thing. The co-worker I drew also shared my love for cinnamon bears. So, I was back on the hunt for the bears. My hunt proved elusive for the first month or so. Then, one night while picking up some milk and applesauce at WalMart with the kids, I passed the candy aisle and there, on the bottom corner shelf, were C.B. Cinnamon Bears in a bag. A LARGE BAG. Jehovah Jireh, my Provider.
I picked up a few for the secret pal, and one for me.

It has been downhill ever since. I buy 2 or 3 bags a time and they usually last a few days. I have to hide them from the kids in order to not encourage their bear abuse. I have eaten multiple bags of those cinnamon bears since that time. These are not a "fat-free" candy like the Red Vines advertise. I totally attribute my weight gain to these dang bears.

Just tonight I ate 3/4 of a bag of them. It must stop. Is there cinnamon bear rehab?