So the other day, Tobin and I went to Super Target. Mae needed diapers and we needed a few other things. It had been a few weeks since we’d done a major Target run, but we needed to do it. And so off we went.
If you know me at all, you know how much I adore the glorious red and white aisles of this place. I used to spend far too much money there each week, but in the past months we’ve been trying to be really, really careful with money and so I rarely go anymore.
It’s ok…I’m surviving just fine. But thanks for your concern. 😉
However, on this particular trip, the inevitable happened…
We walked by the Easter candy.
It’s kind of hard to avoid when the display takes up a quarter of the store.
Since September, when I decided to lose the baby weight once and for all, I have carefully monitored my candy intake. Well, for the most part. I eat these sometimes…only the best chocolate EVER. And I’ve been known to eat these sometimes, too, by the bag. But I’ve mostly been careful. 
However, that one trip was my undoing.
On most holidays I can get by without the candy…and I really don’t even miss it.
But not at Easter.
I don’t know what it is about fluffy, marshmallowy, chocolate-covered goodies and magical, cream filled chocolate creations that make me dive in and consume more calories in an hour than a person should in a week.
Ugh.
We bought two bags. The Coconut Creme Hershey’s Kisses we’ve managed to not completely devour.
Yet.
But the Reese’s Peanut Butter, bite-size eggs?
Holy Cow.
They’re like a magnet.
I ate, like, ten of them on Monday, and then I even put two in my coffee and let them melt. (Pathetic, I know. But it was good.)
Then I went throughout my entire day feeling utterly GUILTY for the amount of sugar and fat and calories I’d consumed, thankful that at least I had a mongo workout to look forward to that night. You know, to rid me of at least part of the guilt. 😉
Monday night, as I was lamenting to my friends about the torture of these eggs, I figured it out. They make them the size they do on purpose…just enough for one big bite, but not enought to actually satisfy the chocolate consumer, thus forcing him or her to return to the bag of candy for more.
And more.
And more.
It’s evil, really.
In fact, I plan on writing to Hershey’s to complain.
Just as soon as I finish this last egg.
😉
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