On our last full day in Vermont, after lunch, we decided to take a field trip. We went to the famous gift shop of a hotel a few miles down the road. This required making some arrangements.
For starters, we didn’t have a car. We also didn’t want to walk, having already hiked that morning. Fortunately for us, the owner was willing to come pick us up and drive us to her shop.
I am not a big fan of shopping. But, I really wasn’t feeling up to trying Zoomba for the second time (definitely not an exercise for me) and we could get back in plenty of time for yoga class. Plus, I thought I might find a gift for Tisen.
I was right. I found an adorable moose to add to Tisen’s collection of “babies.” I also found a book of guitars for Pat. And a book of top 10 lists of places to go for Pat and I to share and fantasize about.
And then, I found the most dangerous thing of all. It was a bag of maple syrup jelly beans. This was not a wise purchase given that I was at a weight-loss spa, getting tons of exercise, and eating extremely healthy foods. There is nothing that triggers a binge for me more than pure sugar in convenient handfuls.
When I got done paying for my items, I opened the bag of jelly beans and poured the first handful before I even put my wallet away. By the time my friend got up to the counter to pay for her stuff (it was at least 10 minutes later, I swear), nearly a quarter of the bag had mysteriously disappeared.
As it turned out, it was the last bag of jelly beans and my friend had wanted to buy them as a gift for her son. Had I not torn into them already, I would have given them to her. As it was, she couldn’t really take him a half eaten bag of jelly beans.
Back at the “spa,” I opted to take a nap before yoga versus going to the strength class. Funny how a person can eat jelly beans while taking a nap. The darn things just disappeared and I was left in a sugar coma, having polished off 8 oz of maple syrup jelly beans in about 2 hours.
I do not do well feeling like I’m being deprived of anything. When I get in a situation where I feel like I’m not “allowed” to have something, I start craving it. When I get any kind of candy, I eat it until it’s gone like I’m afraid someone will steal it from me. It’s not good. I’ve been combating this problem by having a few small pieces of dark chocolate everyday. It’s good for me and it’s so strong, I can’t eat a lot of it. I guess I should have brought some along with me to the spa.