I made a bad, bad choice last night.

You see, I have a nasty little addiction that I’ve managed to keep hidden under wraps for several years now. I keep it far from my thoughts, and I definitely keep it out of the house. The problem is, this has been a really rough week. It’s sucked in a lot of small, sucky ways.

So tonight, with my kids in tow (!!), I caved and bought a 330g box. I waited until my kids were in bed, because I am a responsible parent, and then I tore into it!!

Oh, dear.

I ate FOUR BOWLS full of sweet nonfood. I smothered every last marshmallow in vanilla coconut milk.

I am a bad, bad person. My mouth was raw and my body was shaking. I spent the rest of the night trying to avoid heaving up the rainbow that sloshed in my stomach.

There’s half a bag left. My celiac children can’t have any. It should have went in the garbage. It’s not wasting food if it’s not actually “food”, right??

Instead, I ate the last two bowls this morning…

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