Mara here. I’m one of the Ms in Team ToP MoJo SMAcKs. The other M belongs to our fellow teammate and my buddy, Maureen. We started at the Getty one week apart seven years ago and for the longest time – until they hired some more Ms in our dept, we were M&M. I love M&Ms. And no, I’m not talking about me and Maureen anymore – that was just fodder for my segueway.
What I’m talking about are the little balls of candy-coated chocolaty goodness that supposedly melts in your mouth, not in your hands (which is actually a lie – they do melt). I’ve never been one to buy a bag of them at the checkout counter, but come every Halloween when they’re available in the little mini bags and you can just have a handful at time, I go insane. I’ve somehow convinced myself over the years that a regular size bag of M&Ms that can be bought at the checkout stand at Ralphs is utterly fattening, but there’s virtually little to no fat or calories in miniature chocolates that come from your kids’ Halloween buckets. Well here I am nearly five years after my first child was born still trying to lose the last 10-12 pounds of baby weight that I haven’t been able to shed since my other daughter was born two years ago.
Oh sure, I can easily blame not having enough time to exercise on why I haven’t gotten back in to my pre-pregnancy jeans, but that’s about as true as M&Ms not melting in your hands. The truth is, I’m a snacker. I nosh on anything that’s in a basket and pretty much within reach. I go crazy at parties with chips and appetizers and most of all, if someone brings something into work and leaves it in the pantry for us vultures to eliminate it, I find myself creating excuses to go into the pantry just to pick away at the prey. At home, I have the same problem, but it just manifests itself differently. I snack on my kids’ food. While I do strive to buy my kids healthy snacks, they’re still snacks and they’re a hell of lot better and saltier than mine.
Ironically about two weeks ago I set a personal goal for myself not to eat my kids food anymore. This meant no picking at their animal crackers, no dipping in the Pirate Bootie (or Pirate Poopie as my 2-year old calls it), no finishing any uneaten chicken nuggets and no licking the spoon after serving them mac n’ cheese on the occasional “whatever you like for dinner” nights. To date, I have been successful. I have been able to tell myself and listen to myself that my kids food is not mine and to back off. I’m barely craving it now. And when the fitness challenge started, I kicked up my exercise schedule.
But what’s scaring me now this Halloween season is the hoards of candy I know will be waiting for all of us come Monday, November 1st when everyone brings in their leftover candy that either they didn’t give out to trick or treaters or took from their kids so that they didn’t have in the house for fear of eating too much of it. But I figure if I can go two weeks without eating my kids food, I can do this – I can not eat even one piece of candy this year. I know most of you are thinking that one won’t hurt. But in my case it will. One leads to two, two leads to three, three leads to excuses to go into the pantry and so on.
So this year I am committed to staying out of my kids buckets and out of the pantry for the next couple of weeks. I know in my heart I can do this. I also know that if I need to grab anything off the color printer in there, Maureen may need to go get it for me.