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It is not like the temptation isn’t always there. Every grocery aisle, every gas station, every video store we go in has candy bars right there, calling out to me. But I never give in. I haven’t in years. I literally do not remember the last time I ever bought a candy bar.
But then Halloween comes and I lose all control. I go mad actually. I eat the sugar stuffed, calorie bombs by the handful – for days! I don’t just pick up one. No, I eat three or four at a time and yet I am still not satisfied.
I held off this year until the afternoon of Halloween. Then I just picked up one to taste. But one turned into four and many have followed since.
The excess around my stomach – a little spare tire of flesh – warns me that my sin has serious consequences. Usually that little reminder is enough to keep me sane. But it doesn’t have enough power to deal with the Halloween temptation – tons of candy bars, delicious chocolaty wafers and chewy caramel lingering in my house, waiting to be eaten.
Sometimes I go for the over-eating, nauseous effect. Maybe if I eat so much that I feel sick I will be done with it until next year. But it doesn’t work. Four or five hours later the urges resurface even stronger.
I could throw it out – all of it. But somehow that seems so wasteful. (As if putting unnecessary food in my body isn’t wasteful!) And what will I do with Jackson’s bag of it. He would notice if it all went missing.
I wonder if there is a twelve step program for treat size candy bars…
Ok – here is the plan. I will get Jackson to go through his and choose out some of his favorites. I will go through the other leftovers and choose out a few more for me and Phil. And then the rest is going in the garbage! I think I’d rather the landfills get fat instead of me.
What about you? How are you doing with the Halloween leftovers?
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