You know you're addicted when...

Today was that day. It was the day I really realized that I may have serious issues with sugar. I purposely left my coin bag at home this morning so I wouldn't be tempted to buy any lollies from the vending machine at work. I had purposely only brought ONE Mentos to work. I ate that within an hour of sitting down at my computer. Well all during breaks I would just stare blankly in the direction of the vending machine thinking about how nice it'd be to have just one peice, just one peice of something sweet. I looked through every pocket in my bag and all I found were two nickles. Not very helpful. Again during break I wished I had something sweet to eat. Who am I kidding? Towards the end of they day I was dying of boredom and a headache...maybe from drinking coffee (I hate the taste of coffee) or mabye because of lack of sugar, so I ransacked my bag. This time I dumped everything out. I looked EVERYWHERE. I felt like the heavens had opened up and a big hand came down a put a smiley face sticker on my forehead when I found a lonely tic tac in a pocket full of empty candy wrappers. I was so happy I was rather disgusted with myself that I was so happy. On the brigh side, this is better than being addicted to crystal meth.

"Hi, my name is Adrianna and I'm a sugar-holic"