And Candy Corn.
That sugary, honey, tri-colored goodness that will send the consumer straight into sugar shock if he or she dares to ingest too many in a single sitting.
I have been a fan since I was a small child. Me being me, I take a lengthy amount of time eating them. I think it is a cross between the desire to savor them for as long as possible and the OCD in me that is overcome with anxiety when I contemplate eating anything in a color variety.
I will explain. I am obsessed with patterns: number, color, alphabetizing, chronology...you get the idea. Life became grand for me when the M&M Mars company began selling M&M's in single colors. I could then get each color in individual bags, thus satisfying my desire to follow the ROY G BIV of color-coding. Jelly Belly jelly beans? Thanks so much for selling variety packages with individual flavors separated. I appreciate you.
So that brings us to candy corn. As you can see, three colors. So, I start by eating the pointed ends, move on to the yellow tops, then eat the orange middle. Why? I couldn't tell you. It is my idiosyncrasy. I just go with it.
Today, I found myself faced with something that could have been disastrous for the meal plan. My local neighborhood Kroger supermarket was advertising ten bags of this tri-colored yumminess for the bargain price of $2.50. You read that correctly. Full size bags of temptation for only 25 cents per bag. Not the piddly little Brach's bags. I was caught in day-glo orange colored bags of carb-laden treats.
And I sent out an SOS text message. And the response, my voice of reason? She told me that I would regret it later.
And she is absolutely right. One, because I feel like I am getting back into my groove. I have been maintaining my 20 carb per day limit for the Atkins induction phase. I am feeling pretty good about Monday's weigh-in. Two, because the over abundance of sugar would have surely led to several days of feeling like absolute crap.
So, I walked on by, checked out, and took my Atkins-approved items home. I proceeded to make dinner (ham and cheese omelet), and I felt wonderful, both physically and mentally.
I needed help, I asked for help, I got help (thanks to Rachel), and I know I can do it. Temptation is there. It's not going away. But it's not worth it.
Not even for the bargain price of 25 cents.
