The addiction

OK, I am admitting it. I have an addiction. I LOVE candy. I try to think back on my life to see if I have always been this way and I can't remember. Ryan makes fun of me because I eat peeps. I love that marshmallowy sugar. Most people I talk to hate them, but other people have to like eating them or they wouldn't sell them at the store. About the only thing I won't eat is hard candy. I hate suckers and stuff like that. Well, with it being Halloween season, I was just eating way to much. I was physically tired which is just not like me so, I had to do something. When I was talking to Ryan trying to figure out a way to motivate me he suggested we could have a competition. I Agreed. The terms were we had to go a week with out candy. If he could do it he could go golfing, if I could do it I could go get a massage. Ryan laughed at me saying,"You know I am going to win. I am to competitive to let you win and you love candy." Ryan is a super competitive guy. If you give him a challenge he is bound and determined to do it. Anyways, the week went on and I had my moments. There was one night I had a Carmel in hand thinking about eating it but, I put it down and walked away. I had moments of I NEED sugar. Well, last night Ryan came home and told me that when he was at the bank, without thinking he popped a piece of candy in his mouth. So that means I WIN!!!! But, then I realized Ryan was going golfing today anyways. You know he has to go,"It's Work." That is what he tells me all the time. So, I decided those terms weren't really fair. He goes golfing all the time and I never get massages. So I told him that what the terms really were, was that he got to go golfing guilt free. No nagging about how I wish my job included childless fun. This bet doesn't really end until Saturday. And you know what, even after Ryan's confession I haven't eaten any candy. I guess I am not as addicted as I thought I was. Maybe, I will even see how long I can go without eating it at all.