Oct 31, 2006
I have come to the conclusion that Halloween is a cruel joke on grown-ups.
First, let me say that I love the holiday. It is by far my favorite of the year. Unfortunately Jenny Craig does not have “free days” to allow for these miscarriages of justice. And as everyone knows, Halloween is just the first act in a long seasonal performance. After Halloween, you’ve got Thanksgiving and then all the Christmas events through the month of December. By the time you reach New Year’s, there have been close to two months of festivities fraught with fatty foods. Excuse the alliteration; I’m already lapsing into prose before the yuletide is upon us. I almost ended with “a partridge in a pear tree.”
I hate it because with my advent of my thirties I seem to have adopted a fierce lack of willpower and ability to justify anything I eat. I tried to not eat candy for Halloween. I even made it really difficult for myself by going to a super popular spot in town where it was so crowded it was like a street fair and I had to use all my energy keeping one hand on my son and another holding onto the enormous wings that I had strapped on for my outrageous costume. I made it through most of the night. All of us had a fantastic time. But then my son said something so upsetting to me on the carried home that it drove me to ice cream, cookies, and HIS bag of trick or treat candy. I’m not going to say what but it was one of those things like “I wish someone else were my mommy” type deals. I think that is why I was shocked into candy consumption. I was so taken aback by what he said after such a fun night. And he wasn’t upset or anything. He said it so matter of fact. Ugh. Anyhow, I realize he is three years old but I was driven to a short bout of tears. Sad, very sad. Either way, it all ended with me feeling slightly ill and comatose from the sugar. I am concerned about the upcoming holiday season to say the least.
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