Three words. Boy's. Halloween. Candy.
Three more words. I. Can't. Resist.
No one knows the perils of halloween candy better than I.
I don't purchase candy that I like for Halloween's trick or treaters.
I know myself better than that. I never buy chocolate to hand out.
I buy tootsie rolls and dots and tootsie pops.
They could be in the house with me for years and I would never touch them.
But you can never really protect yourself from the candy that your own children bring home. You really can't.
Because it sits in plastic pumpkins on top of the fridge
mocking you with its chocolatey tiny loveliness .
"Look up here! Look up here!" call out the little snickers.
"One little fun size candy bar won't hurt!" shout the mini reeses cups.
I'm going to be honest...in my emotionally fragile state in the presence of so
much chocolate...I believe I ate 5 mini snickers yesterday.
I say 5. It could have been 7. I'm not sure. I was awash in a chocolate haze.
Thankfully, there are no more snickers in the house. Because I ate them all.
I think I'm safe for now. I'm just going to pretend that yesterday never happened.
Even though I do believe my thighs now touch in the middle
due to my high snickers intake in the past 24 hours.
Thank God Halloween only comes once a year.
But keep the prayers coming, tsgs...Candy Cane Jo-Jo's just arrived at Trader Joe's.
There is no rest for the chocolate challenged.