I made a somewhat crazy promise to myself on Easter Sunday. As with any crazy promise that you make to yourself–but that you aren’t entirely sure you’ll be able to keep–it’s best that you announce it, loudly and repeatedly, in front of others.
“I’m not going to eat ANY of Henry and Sam’s Easter candy!” I proclaimed to my entire family.
“Everything in moderation” may be the party line in dietetics, but I’ve talked with enough people about their trouble foods—and waged wars with my own—to know it’s not always that simple. With some foods, you just shouldn’t even start.
For me, that very broad category definitely includes jelly beans, (stale) Peeps, and large blocks of milk chocolate. After Henry and Sam made the rounds to the grandparents’ houses, we had exactly six Easter baskets full of candy. And since they’re still too little to remember precisely how large their stash was–and notice if, say, their chocolate dump truck suddenly drove away–it’s way too tempting to dip into it.
I’m happy to report that three days in, not a single peanut butter egg has passed my lips. Think this might work for you? Make your own vow to de-Creme Egg your diet right now.
And don’t worry if you’ve already downed an Easter basket’s worth of sugar. My promise–technically “I’m not going to eat ANY MORE of Henry and Sam’s Easter candy!” –was made in the throes of a Brach’s-induced high blood sugar headache.