Well Happy Halloween friends!
Truthfully I’m kind of over it at this point since I don’t have kids and I wore a costume to a party over the weekend. I was Honey Boo Boo. No one got it. Guess I should have labeled myself more explicitly. Ah well. Halloween sigh.
I would be a bad Weight Watcher member if I mentioned Halloween and I didn’t talk about the candy. So off we go.
For those of us with control issues surrounding food, Halloween is a daunting season. I say season because Target had Halloween stuff out after the 4th of July this year. For reals. That’s a long time to think about all the fun-size candy you’re going to try not to eat. That’s a lot of pent-up restrictive energy just waiting to explode in a binge.
I have a particularly daunting task tonight as I will be attending a little dinner party that includes a scary movie. I do not do well with scary movies. Or scary things in general. My husband will literally change the channel on the TV if a trailer for a scary movie comes on because he knows it might make me cry. One time a couple of years ago I got talked into going to Knott’s “Scary” Farm where they hire teenagers to jump out at you from behind dark corners and scare the living crap out of you. It was not pretty. Let’s just say by the end of the night I ended up in a corner covering my head and crying while being accosted by 3 particularly mean-spirited teenagers wearing clown costumes. I assume they were teenagers because they seemed to derive extra joy from my fear.
So watching a scary movie next to a bowl of fun-size Reese’s Peanut Butter cups and Take 5 bars gives me anxiety. I know the candy bowl will be a welcome distraction while we watch God knows what awful scary movie that is going to give me nightmares for the rest of the year. I know how many friggin points they are and I’ve already allotted for them in my tracker. But like I said before, it’s a daunting task to keep my hand from going into that bowl multiple times.
Here’s the thing. Yeah, I don’t like scary movies. I watch one a year and sometimes only one every other year. But after I’ve finished a scary movie (and not a campy 70’s flick that’s easy to laugh at), I always feel a little bit proud of myself. Like, I’m a survivor, look at how brave I am. And that’s also how I feel when I stay in control over a bowl of fill-in-the-blank. Proud.
I’m just gonna hang onto that all day. I know what to do to feel proud of myself. All I have to do is sit through a scary movie where I’m sure the people around me will tease me for the squeals that will likely escape from my mouth, and contain my fun-size candy bar eating to 4 pieces. That’s all!
Oh boy. It’s gonna be a long day.