I just busted into the Easter candy. Its like Halloween, but in spring. The blitz is not going well lately. I've lost momentum. I haven't walked in weeks, much to my dog's dismay, and I feel stalled.
Candy is so damn good, too. When Rob and I went away for his birthday, we went to one of those bulk candy stores where you walk out having spent $20 on candy before you can even think about it. I got my favorites: Banana salt water taffy (I don't actually like bananas, but I like banana flavored things) and peppermint salt water taffy, salted caramel and fun dip. The next day I got my crown, and now I can't eat any of those taffies or caramels and I feel like I've been robbed. It'll be a good two weeks before I can eat them. I was hoping to be able to just eat them all so they would be gone, but they're just staring at me.
And now there's Easter candy. I always forget that I only have one kid and I buy so much Easter candy and don't realize it until I'm filling all those plastic eggs. And I'm the only one who fills them, and now that Leila goes to bed later, I'll probably be sitting up at 11 on Saturday night filling plastic eggs with all this shit, and then getting up at 5 and hiding them all in the back yard, and then stealing them out of Leila's Easter basket because she doesn't get overly excited about candy since there seems to be candy around this place all the time.
Candy. My nemesis. Also cake. And hamburgers. Help!