It's national eat your weight in Reese's Peanut Buttah Cups Day. (Regarding the title of the post, I've always called the Reese's Penis Cups. Sorry.) The photo above? Is what I gave out two years ago, when I had decided - Kids Need Playdoh and Pencils, Not Candy! Yeah, well.
Any excuse to run to Wal*Mart, and buy the giant bags of mixed chocolate and nougatey lovelies - and gorge until you feel like you might nevah have another piece of candy. You might not even like Halloween - you might not even share that candy with the trick-or-treaters, you may only buy it to hide it and eat it all yourself. I know. I won't tell you that after I said, "We are not buying any candy this year, we are going to shut all the lights off and go out, and not give any candy out..." that he came home with about eight bags of the individually wrapped fat cells last night. He actually e-mailed me yesterday, "I got candy, it was on sale."
Well, Of Course It Was On Sale!
But, that doesn't mean you have to buy it! Does it? He shrugs.
I took the bags of candy, and "hid" them in the cabinet with the baby food. I told the kids were weren't giving any out.
Wouldn't it figure that in a moment of I don't feel so good last night - I shredded a hole in a bag of Kit-Kat snack size bars and ate one - and left the wrapper on the counter? It could have been worse, I could have figured out that my sugar limit was in fact, Three Snack Size bars - and have eaten three - but I stopped at one and put them away. I considered, for a moment - bringing them to work and giving them away, but then I'd be having them in face all day. So, the candy sits, at home in the cabinet. I will probably give it to trick or treaters - or a few very lucky trick or treaters. But, then, there's still the problem of my kids going out and bringing home bagfuls of candy that nobody needs. I hate this night. Either, they're allowed full reign over a giant bag of sugar- allowed to go at it as they please, or I allow them to nickel and dime the bag over weeks, or I throw most of it right out. Or - as in past years - Bob and I scavenge our favorites (him, Reeses'! Me Special Darks, Junior Mints!) throw away any rejects, and put the rest up in a high cabinet for the slow death.
But, don't listen to the rant of a formerly obese girl with her formerly fat husband who has chubby kids. Listen to someone who says it's probably okay for this night of reckless candy abandon. I guess the thing is --- this whole night triggers binge-like qualities in everyone in my household. Perhaps in a "normal" family (We Aren't!!) it isn't as big of a deal. But with us - it does things - that I am not comfortable with. It causes the kids to get all hoarder-like and possessive - and I can't stand that. I wish I could just put a big ole bowl of individually wrapped fat cells on the table and hope that I didn't find my kids lying under the table in a coma.
So, anyways - that's later. Ugh. For now I give you this. Look, us at Halloween two years ago (there are no pix from last year, we were what, one week?! postpartum?)
Weight
Ate
- ISS Oh Yeah Protein Wafers (180 calories)
- 4 oz soymilk
It's national eat your weight in Reese's Peanut Buttah Cups Day. (Regarding the title of the post, I've always called the Reese's Penis Cups. Sorry.) The photo above? Is what I gave out two years ago, when I had decided - Kids Need Playdoh and Pencils, Not Candy! Yeah, well.
Any excuse to run to Wal*Mart, and buy the giant bags of mixed chocolate and nougatey lovelies - and gorge until you feel like you might nevah have another piece of candy. You might not even like Halloween - you might not even share that candy with the trick-or-treaters, you may only buy it to hide it and eat it all yourself. I know. I won't tell you that after I said, "We are not buying any candy this year, we are going to shut all the lights off and go out, and not give any candy out..." that he came home with about eight bags of the individually wrapped fat cells last night. He actually e-mailed me yesterday, "I got candy, it was on sale."
Well, Of Course It Was On Sale!
But, that doesn't mean you have to buy it! Does it? He shrugs.
I took the bags of candy, and "hid" them in the cabinet with the baby food. I told the kids were weren't giving any out.
Wouldn't it figure that in a moment of I don't feel so good last night - I shredded a hole in a bag of Kit-Kat snack size bars and ate one - and left the wrapper on the counter? It could have been worse, I could have figured out that my sugar limit was in fact, Three Snack Size bars - and have eaten three - but I stopped at one and put them away. I considered, for a moment - bringing them to work and giving them away, but then I'd be having them in face all day. So, the candy sits, at home in the cabinet. I will probably give it to trick or treaters - or a few very lucky trick or treaters. But, then, there's still the problem of my kids going out and bringing home bagfuls of candy that nobody needs. I hate this night. Either, they're allowed full reign over a giant bag of sugar- allowed to go at it as they please, or I allow them to nickel and dime the bag over weeks, or I throw most of it right out. Or - as in past years - Bob and I scavenge our favorites (him, Reeses'! Me Special Darks, Junior Mints!) throw away any rejects, and put the rest up in a high cabinet for the slow death.
But, don't listen to the rant of a formerly obese girl with her formerly fat husband who has chubby kids. Listen to someone who says it's probably okay for this night of reckless candy abandon. I guess the thing is --- this whole night triggers binge-like qualities in everyone in my household. Perhaps in a "normal" family (We Aren't!!) it isn't as big of a deal. But with us - it does things - that I am not comfortable with. It causes the kids to get all hoarder-like and possessive - and I can't stand that. I wish I could just put a big ole bowl of individually wrapped fat cells on the table and hope that I didn't find my kids lying under the table in a coma.
So, anyways - that's later. Ugh. For now I give you this. Look, us at Halloween two years ago (there are no pix from last year, we were what, one week?! postpartum?)
Weight
Ate