Monday, March 22, 2010
I bought some peanut M&Ms for my husband's birthday open house last week. I knew it was a risky move on my part. I am very familiar with this personal weakness. I like peanut M&Ms a lot--they are so tempting to me. "But on the other hand," I rationalized, "I need something to round out the buffet a bit." And with that I pledged to myself I would be good that night.
Well, I was good that night. My honor remained intact. The candy was a hit and I only ate 2 peanut M&Ms that evening despite refilling the bowls several times.
And Thursday I was good, too. I don't think I ate any that day. I had forgotten they were there.
But Friday they caught my eye. And Friday night, for some reason, has the symbolic meaning of relaxing and enjoying one's self. So I ate a handful of M&Ms. And another. And another.
I reigned myself in on Saturday after going to my WW meeting. Guilt feelings are good that way. The bag of M&Ms was stowed away inside the bread machine where they were out of sight. (But not quite out of mind.)
Sunday at church was a bit rough and I came home feeling sorry for myself and frustrated. Again, another reason to get a handful of M&Ms. Or two. Or four. Is there ever much of a reason not to eat peanut M&Ms? I think not.
Finally I told my husband to hide them or take them to work so I could be rid of them. And he was more than willing to help in that regard. Within a few minutes the bag was gone and I was relieved I would not have to worry about cheating with them again.
Until I saw them this morning on the top laundry room shelf. Taunting me.
Please, someone stop by and remove them from the premises. I am too weak...
Scripture of the Day: Alma 38:2