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Friday, November 2, 2012

"Fun Size" Candy vs. "Fat Size" Girl...Winning the Halloween Candy War

For 31 days I had been plotting and planning just how I was going to be successful on Halloween. I know my greatest weakness is a bag of chocolate candy especially those little “fun size” bastards that advertise just have a little bite, a little treat, a little pick me up. Not for me, one of those little bastards turns into one, two, three bags of fun and 1,000’s and 1,000’s of calories and extra pounds. That’s how I got to be a “Fat Size” girl.

This year I knew it had to be different. I couldn’t allow all of my hard work to go down the drain because I was powerless over a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups. So I told my boyfriend that I didn’t want him to buy any candy until Halloween evening and that we only need one bag to take care of the few kids we have in our neighborhood. Simple instructions right?

What happens next is classic! He heard Halloween candy that’s it. He didn’t hear just one small bag. So he walks through the door with EIGHT HUGE bags of candy! And says “Baby I bought all of your favorites including extra Reese’s Peanut Butter cups” F-ME now! Really you can’t make this shit up! I just panicked...I began breathing hard. My heart was racing. I was sweating like a hostage. I had put a Halloween candy safety plan into motion and now he had ruined it without even knowing it. You see this amazing man can have a candy or two and then forget all about it for weeks on end. I also knew he wasn’t trying to sabotage my weight loss because he’s my biggest cheerleader and supporter. He just isn’t addicted to sugar.

I pulled myself together and handed out candy successfully to the kids. I then bagged up all the extra candy and shoved it into a safe spot knowing that I would be sending all the left-over candy with him to the fire station on his next shift.

This is where I lost it…my boyfriend heads to the grocery store the day after Halloween to get a few things he needed to cook dinner. He comes home from the grocery store with his supplies for dinner and TWO HUGE bags of Halloween candy bigger than the first eight bags! It was on sale for half off and he just couldn’t pass up that kind of a deal. All day I had been struggling with the knowledge that the candy was safely stashed away and now more candy! Seriously! I told him I didn’t care if the grocery store was loading up his truck with free candy he was to not EV.ER bring home another bag of candy. After my rant he turns to me and says “baby you are so much stronger than a bag of fun size candy”. No I’m not. I’m getting stronger but I’m not at a point where I can have chocolate in our home and eat it responsibly. For the first time I think he understood my daily struggle with sugar. He agreed that all of the candy would make its way to the fire station and it did.

I made it through my very first Halloween without eating one single Reese’s Peanut Butter cup. Seriously I think I came out of the womb with a fist full of chocolate in my hand and now I can honestly say nothing tastes as good as fit feels.

Here’s to winning the war ladies!

8 comments:

  1. That was a freaking hilarious story. I know it is not funny to you, but it is so typical of how men think. Everytime I get crazy, which is often sometimes, my husband asks if I want him to go get me icecream. (Icecream is my Reeses Peanut Butter cups.) He truly means well. =)

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    1. Thanks Patricia :) It was really pretty funny. I was laughing and shaking my head wondering what this great guy was thinking. I know he means well =)

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  2. Woohooo!! WTG!! It's so hard having candy around! I've had one small piece yesterday and the day before. Amazingly I was able to stop at that! I've been making my kids keep it in their rooms.

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  3. I epically failed on Halloween candy:/ I laughed bc my man is just the same lol they mean well tho:)

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  4. I love, love, love a man that tries and means well. It took me 48 years to find an awesome guy. Each day I feel blessed beyond measure! :)

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  5. Proud of your resistance. I did not have the same willpower. But, I am feeling good. Congrats on the blog.

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    1. Thanks Shana...I never dreamed that my weight loss journey would lead to a blog but it sure has been fun :)

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