In revisiting past blogs I found this piece that first appeared in October 2008. Thought you might enjoy the humor as you end the workweek and look ahead to the weekend. This is another one from Tracy Farr, a very funny guy who used to be a regular contributor to Winnsboro Today.com, an online community magazine where I was Managing Editor. Enjoy
Peanut M & Ms Anonymous
"Hello Tracy, and welcome to the group."
To be honest, I was reluctant to come here at first because I didn't
actually think I had a problem. I thought I could control my desire to
eat Peanut M & Ms by myself, but I was wrong.
"Tell us your story, Tracy. You're among friends."
I can say I'm luckier than most. Some kids are born with the need to
eat M & Ms because their mothers ate M & Ms while they were
pregnant. Even though the doctors warn and often beg these mothers to
stop eating M & Ms during pregnancy, they don't listen. And then
they have M & M babies -- newborns just twitching with the need to eat
something round and chocolate. Luckily, that was not my case.
me, my addiction started when I was quite young. I was hooked the first
time I saw M & Ms, tore open a package and let them melt in my mouth
and not in my hands. Those were just the plain chocolate kind -- the
kind kids love -- but as I grew older and my tastes grew more mature, I
naturally gravitated to Peanut M & Ms.
The first time
I popped a Peanut M & M, my universe just sort of exploded with
new possibilities. I could see things more clearly. I could understand
things that I never understood before. It was like my senses were
attuned to higher and more sensitive levels. And once you pop one, you
have to pop another to keep that high going.
long before I found myself buying a bag of Peanut M & Ms and
eating the entire thing without even realizing it. And I'm not talking
about the little $1 bag you get out of a vending machine. I'm talking
about the family-size, 6-pound bag that costs almost $12 and should last
It finally hit me that I had a problem
when my little girl said she needed new shoes and I told her I didn't
have any money, when in fact I did. I was saving that money to score me
another bag of M & Ms before the weekend. And that's why I’m here
at this meeting.
I’ve tried stopping cold turkey, but
it's just too hard. I figured with help, and with belonging to a group
of people who have suffered through the same problem and survived, that
maybe I, with support, could pick myself up, dust myself off, and start
all over again.
But, maybe I should start slowly. Maybe I should only eat a small bag a day and ease off this addiction gradually.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Is there a vending machine around here?
And can somebody loan me a dollar?
You can meet Tracy at his website The Farr Place, where you can also find more humor. Be forewarned. He likes to write about goats.