Last night I stopped off at Walgreens on my way home from work to pick up a bag of fun size candy to give out to the trick or treat-ers. I live in an apartment complex and surprisingly don't get a lot of people coming around asking for candy. When I say 'not many people come around', I basically mean zero. But I always buy a bag just in case someone does come around. The last thing I want to be is that apartment with no candy. Last night, a child and an adult did come around. That's like the most people we've ever had. That was it. Two people. Now there is a bag of candy sitting around in my apartment. It's already half empty.
Today is November 1st, twenty-one days from now will be Thanksgiving. The holidays are upon us. The last couple of year, I've done a pre-Thanksgiving diet clean-up and religiously worked-out to offset the inevitable dinner feasts, cookie exchanges, office parties and ultimately finding myself standing in front of a large dessert table. Last night, as I was sitting there downing my third fun size I suddenly remembered that tomorrow was November 1st. So starting today, no more candy for me for the next three weeks. I'm going to go now and sit in a corner and fret.