It’s Hard to Be Strong
I am counting down the days until January 2. On January 2, the one-month moratorium on gifts begins, ending 33 days later on Valentine’s Day.
You see, I am sitting here, desperately trying to keep to my diet, and all these gifts are pouring in at the office, at church, and at home. In the past few days, more than 40 pounds of candy has been delivered at my office. There aren’t even 40 people in our office! Bravo to those who have sent Home Depot gifts cards, restaurant gift certificates, candles, and wine. Wine will keep. Wine can be used to cook. Wine isn’t fattening for either low-carbers or low-fatters.
The problem is that I have less than zero self-control. If candy — especially Reese’s peanut butter cups — is there, it calls my name. It whines at me. It buzzes around in my head like a mosquito until the only thing to do is eat it or go mad. I can’t ignore it. It’s there. I used to think I was the only person with this problem. But I have recently met a whole scad of people who can hear the candy calling their name. Even when they didn’t see it put out, and it’s six rooms away. This many people can’t possibly be having the same hallucinations at once. That candy calls!
But I am trying. So hard. To be strong. So hard. Only 22 days to go.