I may be mean, but I'm gonna stay lean!

November 1, 2003

No one (that I've noticed) has uttered the dreaded " H " word this past week

(??? unless I missed something????) I am referring to Halloween. How

brutal is this " holiday " to get through? Just wrapping up the little treat

bags

and smelling the candy is an ordeal. Last year, at about one year postop, I

was still in that " honeymoon " phase where I had little appetite, and not much

taste for sweet things, so surviving Halloween unscathed wasn't a problem.

Well this year, as I approach my 2 year anniversary, things are MUCH

different. So I thought I would be a clever treatster and buy only those

candies

that I could resist (and let me tell you, there isn't much that I can resist).

I actually felt GUILTY that I wasn't getting what I considered the most

choice and luscious candies for the kiddies (like Snickers and Peanut Butter

Cups

and other decadent stuff). Yes, I felt MEAN, like I was letting the team

down! LOL! Well, I swallowed my guilt (better than swallowing Peanut

Chews)

and grabbed another bag of Blow Pops (who eats that stuff anyway????) This

approach worked well for the 3 days the poison sat in my house (just my pug

Chloe sniffed the treat box), and I even survived bagging everything without

dipping in. But last night, at about 2 in the AM (the hour Sugar Satan is at

his most devilish), I woke up to answer nature's call and cracked open a

leftover treat-bag, and took a nip out of a Kit Kat bar (I don't even LIKE those

things! LMAO). So today I think I figured out what wore me down: (,

listen up, you will appreciate this): yesterday, for the first time in weeks,

I ate a Detour bar, with a big bowl of blueberries (my old lunch menu).

This was during a time I was having a real battle with nightime eating, which

has since gotten better. The funny thing is, I didn't enjoy the Detour bar as

much as I used to, but I think it got my sugar-jones a cookin' just the same.

Did I take a little detour, because of Detour. Is the name prophetic? Or

was I just finally possessed by the evil spirits eminating from those Blow

Pops?

Next year, I may have to resort to stuffing the bags with items that

literally make me gag: like hard-boiled eggs. At least, if the kids decide

to take

their Halloween revenge on me, the cooked eggs can't do much too damage when

hurled at my front door.

How did everyone else survive last night?

Lucille

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