Wait, is it Thursday? Why, yes! Yes it is!
Step into my confessional, dear readers…I’ll lend you my ear!
But first, of course, I must make a confession.
As you all know, I have been on a “diet” since the first of the year. I hate that word. DIET. It sounds so faddish.
Let’s use the term “healthy eating exploration” instead, or HEE for short. Okay, let’s begin again.
As you all know, I have been on a HEE since the first of the year. I have–more or less–been following the guidelines set forth in the book “The Zone” by Dr. Barry Sears. For the most part, this has been pretty simple. And easy to follow. And I’m losing weight.
My confession today is that temptation has not been a big problem during this HEE. However, last night, on my way home from church, Zohrhubby texted me and said, “I need you to stop and get the kids a special treat”. I knew exactly what this meant. He’d had to promise them exactly this to get them to do something that they really really did not want to do. What that was, didn’t really matter. The fact was, he’d had to play that card, and they would not have EVER forgotten it had he not come through. It was my parental, no, my wifely duty, to stop and purchase something that was “out of the ordinary” realm of treats. It had to be “special”. So, of course, I stopped at a gas station near the house, and began my quest.
Candy bar? Nah. Not special enough. Gum? Eh. That’s so last year. Chocolate covered peanuts? OH. M. G. I love chocolate covered peanuts! Really?! No. Not really, but all of a sudden, I was overwhelmed with the urge to rip open a pack of chocolate covered peanuts and shove the entirety of its contents into my mouth at once. I shuddered, gathered myself, and moved on. Candy corn? Oh. Yes! They LOVE candy corn almost as much as they love candy canes. It’s like the forbidden fruit that only becomes available once per year. Why it was there, on that shelf, in January, I have no idea. But candy corn it would be!
I started walking toward the cashier, and without warning, I was jerked back toward the candy section. The chocolate covered peanuts were calling out to me. “Zohrbak! Don’t leave us! We want you to take us home with you toooooooo!”
What could I do? Leave the creepy talking candy on the shelf? I’m not that kind of person. I mean, come on. Chocolate covered peanuts are people too.
The kids were more than pleased with my selection of their “special treat.”
I took the bag of chocolate covered peanuts to my room and ate them. And therein lies today’s confession. And I don’t even feel bad about it, either.