C is for Candy

I really like candy. I have for as long as I can remember. As a child, I once ruined a very pretty Easter dress by attempting to eat a melted Cadbury Egg in the backseat of a car. Anyone who has spent any amount of time around me knows that I'm the one to go to if you need a sweet treat. In high school and college, it wasn't unusual for someone to whisper to me during class "Pssst...do you have any candy?", knowing I'd be able to discreetly dig in my book bag and produce a handful of Lemon Heads or a roll of Sweet Tarts. Now a days, even my boss' three year old knows I stash hard candies in my desk drawers.

The best thing about candy is that there are so many different types. There's a candy for every mood, season and holiday. There are some candies that compliment other foods and some that can practically be a meal all by themselves.

Yes, I've made myself sick by eating too much candy (those little orange pumpkins)

and yes, I have had a lot of dental problems. I have, in fact broken a tooth while eating Nerds (my favorite). I just have to be a bit more careful now; no more Laffy Taffy and I do have to make my boyfriend hide the leftover Halloween candy so I don't binge.

When it came time to pick my roller derby name, I only debated for a short time before finally settling on Candy Coma. Most people think
it's a cute/funny choice but anyone who knows me well usually responds with an enthusiastic "Oh Yeah! That's perfect!"