The Day I Ate The M&Ms
Slice of Life
By – Sheri de Grom
I must have hit myself over the head with my stupid stick. I love fresh vegetables of all kinds. Forget the fancy dips and dressings, I’m fine with oil and vinegar or nothing at all. Just give me the crunch.
But I haven’t been myself lately. Truth be told, I’ve been perilously close to the edge. But is that an excuse to take a flying leap into the nutritional abyss?
After all, I had a legitimate excuse for buying the freshly cut deli tray (the extra-large one) and adding some additional choices. My hand won’t hold up to cleaning all those vegetables.
I wanted a new tray of veggies at the market today but I couldn’t justify spending fourteen dollars when I’m the only one eating from the tray and I’d only be enjoying the contents for two days. (I had a pending medical procedure that required a 48 hour fast, so I’d end up throwing away at least two-thirds of the vegetables.) At the time, a bag of M&Ms seemed a reasonable alternative. After all, M&Ms last indefinitely . . . if I could them alone.
Is my thinking flawed or what?
To compound my faulty rationale as to why I should be allowed a bag of M&Ms, I suppose I should mention I’m a diabetic. M&Ms are not on the diabetic food exchange list.
In my mid-thirties I went through my adolescence and, during that time, I did reason that one fruit equaled one shot of Jack Daniel’s. Therefore, all those fresh vegetables should equal a regular serving of M&Ms now.
I hadn’t had an M&M since 1989 but before that I always kept a two-pound bag in my office desk drawer. Once I quit M&Ms cold, I never had another and never had a desire for another—until today.
The M&Ms comforted me during a scary time in my life, but I was able to turn my back on them and declare my independence.
Today, I ate the M&Ms. Fortunately, they weren’t good so I’m not worried about buying more. Life is too valuable to throw it away on candy when all along I wanted those fresh vegetables.
I’ve had to face the realities of life again and again. I know the M&Ms today weren’t about M&Ms at all. The little brown bag today represented my current vulnerability. In case you haven’t noticed by now, I don’t do vulnerable well. I prefer reality. But lately I’ve been facing far too many unknowns.
I’ve read your comments to my blog of August 8, 2013 and your out-pouring of prayers, love and best wishes have touched my heart. Here we are, a community of strangers who not only support each other in times of great joy, but also when serious challenges come knocking at our doors. I so appreciate each and every one of you.