So the other night, I could not get peanut M and M's off my mind, and sent Beth (the babysitter) on a little candy run. She came back with both plain and peanut M and M's, as well as two giant mix bags of wrapped mini candy bars- Twix, Kit Kat, Crunch. And another bag with individual Reese's cups, Rolos, and Hershey's Kisses. Um, hello nirvana! The chocolate craving was definitely soothed within the hour. And then some.
But that was too much candy for one person, even for me, so obviously I didn't polish it all off. The next day, there was bowls of candy and M and M's still on the coffee table, which Addy of course discovered within minutes of waking up. We let her have a few plain M and M's, and then hurried the bowls out of sight. Problem solved, right?
Until yesterday evening at dinner, when from her high chair she spotted the now empty bowl in which the M and M's had briefly resided. She pointed and gestured wildly, whimpering, until we showed her the bowl and its emptiness and general lack of sugary goodness. Upon which she promptly snatched it from our hands, buried her head into it deeply, inhaling, and moaning, "MMMM!" After huffing the residual chocolate fumes, she began running her fingers around the bottom of the bowl, desperately and painstakingly trying to pick up the morsels of chipped off M and M coating which still lingered tauntingly. She was a woman possessed.
"I think I'm going to cry," Jim said, as we stared.
I'm beginning to think healthy eating habits are a lost cause. How can good intentions compete with something so clearly in the blood?