A Balanced Diet
I decided to go on a diet, so I started researching diet programs that I thought would be appropriate for a woman who spends her days around vats of melted chocolates and freezers full of bon bons. It didn’t take me long to find this educational magnet from allposters.com. Can we say ‘love’? This will be my new mantra. Okay, maybe it’s not the best mantra for a girl who’s starting a diet, but I DO love it!
I also discovered The Fantasy Diet, which doesn’t sound half-bad. Here’s how it works: You eat a Collard Wrap while fantasizing that you’re really eating Death by Chocolate. Of course, I realize that diets don’t work, even if you are thick and tired of it. It’s all about lifestyle changes. In other words, you’ve got to be willing to go to great lengths to change your width. So, here’s my first lifestyle change:
I wasn’t a big soda drinker until we started the bon bon business. In those early days, I would get extremely tired from our 18-hour-bon-bon-making marathons. So, I started drinking colas in the afternoon to boost my energy. I learned to love that afternoon pick-me-up – the crackle and pop of the fizz in my glass; the cool, refreshing taste. And I became an addict. Since then, I’ve tried a few times to break my afternoon sugar-caffeine habit, never lasting more than a week. But this time, I’m determined. I’ve replaced my cola drink, with Perrier. And with God as my witness, I’ll almost-never drink an afternoon pick-me-up cola again.
Meanwhile, I leave you with this puzzle to solve: How can a two-pound box of chocolates make a woman gain five pounds?


True Confessions 













I’m verbal. Very verbal. And, like many verbal people, I’m math-challenged. My SAT scores reflected that. I think I got something like a 1220 on the verbal portion and a 20 on the math portion. (Yes, you crazy math people, I know that is not possible. I’m using hyperbole. It’s a verbal thing…). Don’t get me wrong. I do all of the day-to-day bookkeeping for the business (no comments, please!); I can calculate percentages in my head; and I can add, subtract and multiply. But I will admit that outside of my basic math comfort zone, I quickly become dazed and confused.


I thought you might like to meet some of my internet neighbors. The people, animals and things I come across as I walk my online "Bon Bon" neighborhood. Keywords are a funny thing. Imagine them as planets in the Internet Universe. If a South ‘n France Bon Bon is the sun, here are some of the planets that orbit around us: Bon Jovi, the novel
followed the lives of seven young female ponies named: Starlight, Sweetheart, Melody, Bright Eyes, Patch, Clover and Bon Bon. The ponies lived like human beings: attending school, frequenting an ice cream shop, going on dates, entering talent contests and even roller-skating. There is an entire episode devoted to Bon Bon’s Diary. Bon Bon is so busy cooking she forgets to study for her math test. She cheats, writes about it in her diary, and then her diary goes missing! What follows is a nauseating pre-adolescent drama around the ponies’ secrets, the dangers of gossip, and the immorality of cheating. Although I was never a fan of the show, I do like Bon Bon pony’s name best. Of course, you could say that I’m partial.
Bon Bon is a very popular name for pets and personalities. It’s listed as one of the top recommended names for the Bichon Frise dog breed (along with FrouFrou and other girly French-sounding words). Peruse the internet and you’ll also find horses, bunnies, kittens and dogs named Bon Bon.
counts, but I’ll make him an honorary Bon Bon (John-John the Bon-Bon). Many of my girlfriends call me Bon Bon, a name I share with a few drag queens, a Scandinavian clown, and a famous burlesque dancer who’s full title was: Bon Bon the Yum Yum Girl, America’s Favorite Sweet. Like I said, I could keep worse company. You know that question people sometimes ask: "If you could create a dinner party with any people, dead or alive, whom would you invite?" I think a dinner party of Bon Bons would be most entertaining: talk about a zoo! My party favors would be South ‘n France Bon Bons and bon bon slippers, of course! 
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I’m dating myself by giving this blog entry the title of the (mis)quote often attributed to Sally Field during her 1980 Oscar acceptance speech, but I think I know how she felt. We’ve just discovered that 
