journaling: Ever since I tried my first peanut butter M&M, I was hooked. Hopelessly hooked. Nothing else has filled the void that is left when I don’t have a steady supply in the house - and believe me, I’ve tried! I don’t know what it is about these sweet little morsels that wreak such havoc on my body shape. Maybe it’s a subconscious feeling of nostalgia, as I always have to have a glass of milk along with my portion for the evening, much like when I was nursing Carly at 2 in the morning. They gave me such comfort back then, so maybe that’s what I find in them even now... Maybe I’m making up for the 5 years when they were such a luxurious treat, as it was impossible to get them where we lived and so I would have to wait for furlough to stock up... Whatever it is, I must confess that it has become an addiction. I try to go without my daily dose and fail miserably each and every time. If only there was some magical cure for these constant cravings!
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