Dear Family and Friends,
I have to admit something. It’s a deep, dark secret that I’ve tried to keep hidden for a long time. It’s my skeleton. It’s my shame. Kind of.
Those so-called “generic”, funny shaped Cheerios in my cupboard?
Really? They were, once upon a time, Lucky Charms. Full of colorful marshmallows in the shapes of lucky stars, blue diamonds, leprechaun hats, rainbows. Beautiful. Sweet.
When no one was looking, and even sometimes when they are, I eat all those wonderfully shaped marshmallows out of the bag. I shovel them in my mouth, either singly or by the troth-full.
I do. And have no guilt about it.
The colored powder on the bottom of the bag, those aren’t bugs. Those are the crumbs. Evidence. The red ring around me. The neon finger calling me out.
It’s a sickness. One which, while I’ve come clean and exposed myself, I don’t want help. I can quit any time I want to.
As long whoever keeps bringing that cereal into my house, stops.
One of the teachers at my husbands school once bought him a huge bag of just the marshmallows.
I ate most of them myself….before I told him to throw the whole damn thing out. I made myself sick!
I can’t eat that kind of sugar anymore. lol
You know they say that the admitting it is the first step to recovery…..
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I love Lucky Charms; therefore, they are not allowed in the house.
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We all fight over the marshmallow surprises. Nobody eats the cereal. We end up throwing it out wants the charms are gone. I wonder how they make them taste so scrumptious?!
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Tara R. says
The next time we buy a box of Lucky Charms… all those little charms are yours… they squeak when I chew them, kinda creeps me out. Tasty, but noisy.
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You mean there’s more to Lucky Charms than the marshmallows?
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I have a name for this…..you are a Mallowmite.
I do the same thing. I’d also eat a jar full of oreo cream if such a thing existed.
Sounds like what my brother use to do to us.. go to have a bowl of cereal with all its sweet goodness and bammm Robbed!
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