…a plethora of articles on dieting. It’s after Passover, after Easter, and it’s assumed we over-ate. They assumed correctly. At least in my case. But it wasn’t overeating for me as much as it was over-candying (I know, that’s not a word… 🙂 ). I didn’t stop at the dark chocolate bunny’s ears yesterday; I ate right on through to his cute little bunny nose and whiskers. Realizing what I was doing, I put him aside, only to be called by the large peanut butter egg nestled next to him. I only ate half of that. That brought it down to an eight ounce size. And I’m up a couple of pounds. It was all in good fun, right?
Now I’m being bombarded with guilt everywhere I look. An article online blares something like “A Thousand-And-One Different Ways To Fight That Blubber.” One of them is to drink broth. I can’t. It reminds me of prepping for a certain medical procedure that is not quite pleasant and involves always being near a bathroom. This article also says to eat protein at every meal. That I can do–I have an assortment of chocolate breakfast bars. (I love my chocolate.) Another tactic is to try is to trim down portions. So I eat a few less Jelly Bellys every hour, big deal.
I know one thing, though. Once all the goodies are consumed–which could take all of two days–I can really watch what I eat. But then summer starts with Memorial Day at the end of May, and all of those wonderful barbeques. I’ll make sure, though, to begin each gorge-fest with a salad. This way I won’t feel so guilty when all of those “Blast That Belly” summer articles come out. And I’ll end each meal with a piece (yeah, right) of dark chocolate. After all, it is supposed to be good for you.
*Raises hand* I’m an over-candyer. If it is in the house, I will eat it.
I am also realistic about my weight. I’m a size 12 and my relatives call me ‘Twiggy’. These hips were made for 9lb babies. 😉
Thanks for this cute post!
(FYI – For your links, my website has changed addresses. It is now http://jcaddell.com)
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Wait. Over-candying isn’t a word? Crap. No wonder people have been looking at me funny all these years.
It could be worse. At least chocolate addiction is respectable. I cannot respect anyone who over-indulges in Peeps. Peeps have no anti-oxidants to redeem their consumption. Saying you like Peeps is like saying, “I like to put my whole face in a bag of sugar until I look like Al Pacino in Scarface.” So at least you’ve got that going for you.
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Oh, but there are CHOCOLATE-covered Peeps! And I think I might contact the people at Merriam-Webster that their latest edition should contain the word “over-candying.”
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