Since Valentine's Day my candy consumption had been on a steep incline, inching closer and closer to Varuka level binging. I didn't want the Oompa Loompas to organize an intervention (because they scare me!) so I pounded one last bag of Haribos and said sayonara to my best friend Sugar and her little candy minions.
And what do my sugarless lips have to say about anti-confectionery hell? No fun. No fun, at all.
Paris is candy heaven. Only heaven would tempt you with candy stalls at the top of popular Metro exits. Candy at Metro exits! Do you know what that means? Candy commuting! Only heaven has candy bins at movie theaters, even the cheapo ones. You know what that means. Candy cinema-ing! Only heaven has candy stores named Le Bonbon au Palais. Translation: CANDY CASTLE (palace really, but I like the c sound we've got going).
The Paris streets are determined to bail me out of candy detention, but I'm trying super duper hard to resists the cries of gummy golden bears. Sugar and I go way back and we need to reevaluate our friendship, candy being the first difficult conversation about how much we hang out. The more I know about Sugar the less and less I'm swayed by her sneaky ways. I've scared myself sugarless for 15 days. I think with a bit more Googling and reading about rats porking out on artificial sweetener I can make it candy-less to 30.
Wish me luck and don't mention the le musée du bonbon or I might have a candy meltdown.
Have a happy start to the week!
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