Oops, I did it again!
Just when I think I’ve learned my lesson, history repeats itself.
I went to the grocery store on an empty stomach. I know this is not a good thing to do because I’ve done it before and the final bill is never pretty.
I was starving and the Christmas candy stocked sky-high in the aisles beckoned and cajoled me. I picked up some of my favorite candy, supposedly to put away for Christmas. At least that was what my brain convinced me was going to happen as I went through the check-out.
When I got to the car, however, my brain did an abrupt reversal and told me to dig in!
What a traitor!
It is Hallowe’en all over again! You would think I would be able to exercise some willpower after that recent fiasco.
As per every year, I bought enough candy for about a hundred little ghosts and goblins.
Loverboy shook his head when I put the candy out and inquired why I bought so much. He pointed out that we usually only get ten little ghosts and goblins.
Since I couldn’t think of a really good reason that he would actually believe, I passed him a couple of bars and they kept him busy, and quiet, for awhile.
That night ten little ghosts and goblins knocked on the door and I was left with a full bowl of treats. (Did I mention that I only buy the treats I like?)
Back in the day, when there were ninety plus treats left over, I ate the remainder with nary a thought to my waistline. I indulged without guilt, or worry about not fitting into my jeans.
I would chow down on the leftovers, in a couple of days they would be gone and nothing about my shape would change.
I was a “treat-metabolizing” machine!
My how times have changed.
This year, I was left with a smorgasbord of my favorite treats and I began my yearly indulgence fest, scarfing them down like there was no tomorrow.
I grabbed a few at a time (they are really really small) and I ate them for breakfast dessert, lunch dessert, dinner dessert and snack dessert.
It was a chocolatey, peanutty, scrumptious, delightful feast!
Unfortunately, those little bite-sized bits caused an immediate weight gain of ten pounds on my hips, my thighs, my belly, and my double chin.
I also got a really bad stomach ache.
It is unbelievable how packages of candy that small can wreak so much havoc. Okay, I admit I did eat a lot of them but this was the first time candy actually made me feel sick!
Now here I am, salivating over my favorite Christmas chocolates and candies that I know I am not supposed to eat until Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, it is more than a month away and I realize that I have zero willpower!
I’ve already opened the Ganong Chicken Bones, those delectable, pink, cinnamon-candy-coated, dark-chocolate-in-the-middle bonbons that can only be purchased around the Christmas holidays. I’ve only eaten two or three but they are calling my name, very loudly I might add!
A box of dark chocolate-covered cherries sits patiently waiting for me to rip open and devour.
I am beside myself!
So I do the only prudent thing a person in my situation can do. I throw the candy in the garbage.
I have double bagged it in ziplock bags in case I change my mind and need to retrieve it but so far, I am okay. I don’t think I will have a do a dumpster dive at this point.
I am also setting a goal for myself and they say that if you want your goals to stick, you need to write them down and then tell someone.
My Goal: I will not purchase any more Christmas candy until just before Christmas.
There, you are my witnesses! I know you will do everything in your power to help me through what I know will be a difficult time.
You probably wondering why didn’t include something about not eating the Christmas candy that I do buy.
That might be taking things a bit too far.
Baby steps, people, baby steps!