My belly is grumbling, and not because it's dinner time. Anyone who's ever had a run-in with sugar-free candy knows what I'm talking about.

It started out innocently enough. Charged with the task of cleaning out the basement of his parents' house, hubby found his childhood Easter basket yesterday. He was excited. He wanted to share it. And what better timing. But considering our 5-month-old son is too young to get the whole meaning of the Easter Bunny, baskets and candy, he thought he'd be sweet and fill the basket for me.

Knowing that I'm doing my best to avoid carbs and keep my blood sugar under control, he did the thoughtful thing and bought me sugar-free candies. Chocolates, marshmallow bunnies and those good jellybeans that come in a surprizing varieties of flavors and taste like real, gourmet jellybeans, not some sub-par, sugar-free imposter.

I mindlessly nibbled away on the candy all day. A bite of marshmallow bunny ears gave way to finishing off the whole bunny without much thought. Then I opened the jellybeans, had a few and realized just how good they were.

All afternoon long, as I passed the basket on my way to the laundry room and back again, I'd stop and grab a few beans. Afterall, these ARE the good ones. In a variety of flavors. Where each precious bean must be savored. Toasted almond, cinamon, lemon drop, cherry, coconut. Oh My! I don't remember the last time I had jellybeans this good!

Sometime around 3 p.m., I felt the first rumble that something was not quite right with my belly. "Oh no," I thought. "Not another stomach bug going through my house." I just could not deal with the boy having diarreah again. I still haven't finished folding all the laundry from the last bug that went through the house.

Then I remembered. It's been a long time since I overdosed on sugar alcohols. The good news is the boy won't catch this. The bad news is, well, you know. Bad for me.

I checked the packaging. The marshmallow bunnies have 31g of sugar alcohols. Good thing I only ate one. The jellybeans have 30g per serving. There are five servings in the bag and half the bag is gone. So when all is said and done, I've eaten about 100g of sugar-alcohols in the last, oh say, six hours. I'm afraid I'm going to be a goner.

If anyone knows an antidote, please contact me immediately. If not, may my mistakes serve as a reminder and a warning to us all.

OK, I've really got to run now. Have a happy Easter!