0, zip, zilch, nada, none, less than one.
We decide to buy Halloween candy this year, against our better judgement, thinking that we would have trick-or-treaters. Well, this is where the problem began.
120 miniature candy bars – 0 trick-or-treaters + Catherine = Bad News!
Hi, my name is Catherine and I have no willpower. It was my intention to avoid the candy, to pretend like it wasn’t there. But it was there. It was sitting there in my kitchen cupboard constantly calling out to me, taunting me. I was powerless, really I was… you believe me right? Now for the confession: I admit that I ate at least a third of the bag, by myself (Luke had one piece).
I know, trust me I know, 40 miniature candy bars is a lot. Especially when consumed in less than 72 hours. I shoveled the chocolate into my mouth constantly thinking to myself “okay, this is my last one,” while fully knowing that it was not. It’s pitiful isn’t it.
Well, now for the part where I pat myself on the back. After reading the above this might surprise you but, I threw the remaining candy away. I am not a fan of wasting money, but I was losing control. It took me half a day just to get up the courage to walk the candy out to the dumpster in the garage and let go. I still think about that candy, I think about it a lot but at least now I’m not eating it.
Three cheers for Catherine, she kicked the junk!
Aren’t you proud of me? I think my dentist will be proud. Oh, who am I kidding I probably have cavities anyway.
