Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Halloween horrors

Okay, so the worst part of Halloween isn't the expense of costumes (though it is large, since I am not crafty enough to make anything decent enough to wear out of the house). It isn't the "tricks" that neighborhood kids play on you when you are not home. It isn't the cold weather or the rain. It isn't the arguing over who got the best pieces of candy.

It is the very fiber of Halloween, the candy itself.

There it sits, in a giant bowl, looking all innocent, but I know the truth. It may look like fun memories from trick or treating, but what it really represents is serious weight gain. Mucho poundo. Who, I ask you, who can pass by such a bowl without taking one tiny little piece to munch on? The answer, sadly, is not me. It wouldn't be such a catastrophe, if I, say, passed by the bowl once a day. That would be okay. But, unfortunately, I pass by it constantly. As I do my work throughout the day, it sits there calling me. And I answer, most every time.

I have decided that January seems a fine time to work on a little post-pregnancy weight. Because after I take care of the Halloween candy, it will just be Thanksgiving, with Christmas right on its heels. Who needs the stress of trying to lose weight then? I think I will just embrace the chocolate for now.

3 comments:

KIM :-) said...

I put the candy bowl in the laundry room, but somehow I still manage to walk by it several times a day (and it's not because I am doing laundry, either.). :-D

Heidi said...

We put the bowl away too. Out of sight, but not really out of mind. Too much junk

farmbeachgal said...

Don't worry -- the munchies to milk conversion factor is on your side .....