It calls to me...
It promises to soothe all my bad feelings for at least a second or two...
Somehow I realize that once again I am standing in front of the Halloween bucket of candy with an empty wrapper falling from my fingertips. Ugh, I didn't even want this stupid hunk of chocolate, so why am I eating it?? Because it's there. There never has to be any other reason than simply... because it's here. Normally, I let the kids devour as much as their little tummies can handle on the night of trick-or-treating, brush their teeth and call it done! But this year we're all fighting colds and not feeling the greatest so I limited their intake. But at what cost? My waistline and sanity, that's what! Stupid candy calls to me all day long and when the kids ask for it, I am able to put their health first and say no. Why can't I say no to myself? I need a plan to make it disappear that doesn't include it entering my mouth.
After I have just one more...
