Halloween is over for another year and yesterday was pretty much the same as in the past. Anyone on foot wanting to visit our house must first travel up a fairly busy road that climbs the small mountain we have here in town. After about ¼ mile they turn onto a dead-end street of six houses and then turn again to our street of three houses, also a dead-end. Not the most fertile territory for efficient candy-gathering. And it was raining last night.
So, just like last year, our only trick or treaters were two girls who live up the street. Their older sisters have gotten too old and cool to trick or treat, and I suspect these two only have about one year more ahead of them. This year was different in one respect – they brought candy to us, saying their mother wanted to get it out of the house.
Now here I am with a bag of Mounds bars and a bag of Twix and again I’m standing on annual brink of potential weight gain. Anyone who loves food deeply but still enjoys seeing their feet knows what I mean.
In the summer we can’t envelop ourselves in long sweaters and compression jeans, so we rediscover the land of fruit and salads. Then Fall creeps up and before I know it, I’m kneading bread and mashing potatoes – cooking is fun again. And then we’re off.
Halloween and leftover candy
Thanksgiving: the festival of carbohydrates
Christmas: basically one month of eating and drinking
January: a last hurrah of parties, then brief penitence
February: Valentine candy
Then March arrives, the month when I look in the mirror with dismay and disgust and decide that a new hair color/ lipstick/ pair of shoes could fix everything. Blazing red hair, day-glow lips, or lime green sneakers will surely draw the eye and create fresh and exciting topics of conversation.
And if I adopt all three, I may never be sabotaged by little girls at my front door again.
Wy did you have to remind me of what six months of my year are like?ReplyDelete
I’m worse off than you because I also suffer from a chocolate addiction. The only way I can remain able to pass through regulation-sized doorways is by eating less of the heathy stuff, like food.
I am glad to say nobody came for candy to our door, which is reached at the end of a long, dark walk through a field. Nowadays kids are sissies.
It's good to have a plan, Friko. And I'm sure discerning choices in chocolate, say, the kind with raisins and nuts, can cover any number of nutritional goals.ReplyDelete
That mountain of goodies looks scary considering at our age diabetes might be just around a corner !
Marty we share the same anniversary day and years and past profession!
Happy 44 to you and yours:)
Welcome, Heidrun! And thank you for your kind wishes.Delete