So I'm strolling through the grocery store aisles doing my weekly shop and I get to the candy aisle and have a little epiphany. While I always said that the candy drawer was about having options for my kids (see post here), actually it was about me. I realized as I strolled past the Kit Kats and M&Ms and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that the candy drawer was a way for me to have candy in the house but not actually have it be about my interest/need in having candy available. No, see I was doing this for my children. I was doing this because it was a way of giving them candy. The fact that I might occasionally actually taste a piece was completely secondary. This was about providing them with a little snack.
Now that we are empty nesters, I no longer have an excuse. I am either going to buy candy BECAUSE I AM GOING TO EAT IT or we won't have any.
It was a sobering moment. Between me and my partner I am definitely the one who succombs to the sugar surge. I am (sadly) married to a man with tremendous fortitude. He weighs the same (or less!!!!!) as he did when we met, and has eaten a half sandwich and piece of fruit for lunch for DECADES. In other words, if I am going to buy candy for the candy drawer, I have to admit that I am buying it for myself, which then means I am going to eat it. Will I let myself eat it? I don't know. It's complicated.
I will say this: On this trip, I did not buy anything. I did, however, come home and make my mother's cream cheese pie. I may, or may not, have a piece for breakfast. I'm just saying.