Last Friday night, my sister, my son, and his friend went here.  Full disclosure, we were guests of the Disneyland Resort, which was all around a good thing.  We’ve been before and always had a wonderful time, and this time was no exception.  I mean, people who cannot have a good time at Disneyland are people that I don’t trust.

Anyhoo, the entire point of the night was to have lots of Halloween fun and (in the eyes of the boys) do some good old trick or treating.  Yes, this early in October.  I know.

So a bag was filled to the brim with premium candy.  Just begging for Mom to rifle through it while the Munchkin sleeps.  Purely for research purposes, of course.

For the past month or so, I’ve been watching what I eat.  I wouldn’t call it a diet because I’m definitely not into deprivation of any kind, but just making sure that what I do eat is fairly healthy.  I’m going to be forty in a few months, and while I embrace my curves wholeheartedly, they’ve become more like a series of half-circles, which are going a bit too much outward, if you get my drift.  I didn’t want to hit forty feeling unhealthy, so I’ve been making an effort.

I’m definitely avoiding chocolate, but what did I see in the magic bag?

Skittles.

Oh yes, those nigh-irresistible chewy little circles o’ sugar.

Surely I can have some sugar, I reason.  Sugar technically does not have any fat, and really, it’s fat I’m trying to cut down on.

So I reach in and take two bags.  Because I do nothing by halves, which is what got me here in the first place.

I open the first one.  Crap.  It’s full the yellow ones.  I really don’t like the yellow ones.

The next one will be better.

Crikey.  If there’s anything I hate worse than the yellow ones, it’s the green ones.  Chock full of green.

God, I know you’re sending me a message. 

Next time, I’ll just save us both the time and effort and eat the chocolate.