It's been two days since Halloween and I still haven't delved into the candy bags. I stare longingly at my children as they pick and chose each precious piece that they are allowed to eat when they get home from school. It's torturous.
I've been on Weight Watchers 4 times in the past 12 years -- once after I got married and put on a ton of "what was I thinking" weight -- and three times after the births of each of my children. After each of those commitments, I remember there being a hunger period, but I don't remember EVER being this hungry. I'm not sure if it's my age, or the fact that I've overindulged for 2 years, or what exactly, but I'm finding myself licking the remnants of my plate because those tiny mosels are so dear to my hunger saturation.
I still haven't weighed in -- so I'm not even sure this suffering is worth it. If I don't see a change, my first stop is the kids' chocolate.