The other day a woman in my Zumba class mentioned that I seemed to have lost weight. YAY! I’ve been through this numerous times. I get my act together, exercise hard, keep carb intake down and avoid desserts and a pound or two dribbles away.
I’ve finally figured out the formula. If I violently exercise six days a week, watch carbs every day, I can manage one dessert and not gain weight. In short, eternal vigilance.
Then comes Halloween. Torture. Even though most of the trick-or-treat candies aren’t that tasty. Nevertheless, they’re irresistible to me.
Bear in mind, we only get about six sets of trick-or-treaters at our house. Our dead-end street has few children and our houses are so far apart we don’t draw neighborhood groups. Every year my husband persists in getting the “good candy”–mostly chocolate bars, especially Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and the next morning I’m faced with an entire bowl of leftovers.
I’m trying to negotiate with him–just one bag and make it Twixt, which just tastes nasty to me, put out the scary, voice-activated head-in-the-fishbowl who makes bad horror jokes, plus a bowl of candy and act like we’re not home. That way the temptation is OUTSIDE all night. I fear he’ll succumb to the urge to be gracious and there I’ll be with a bowl of temptation in the morning.
Help! How do you save yourself from Halloween…and temptations in general? I need three weeks to get fortified.