Sugar

I've decided I'm a sugar addict. Seriously. Last night, after everyone was in bed, I broke into my secret stash of chocolate. It's the left over Halloween candy, well, some of it. Mike told me to pack up all the candy so he could take it to work and put it in the break room. Whenever he takes something in, it's gone within hours, if not within an hour. I packed up all but one bag and put it at the top of the shelves in the kitchen. I'm not supposed to be eating candy, it's part of the deal. Mike can't have chips at bedtime, and I can't have sugar. I started to panic when he told me we couldn't keep the candy. I kept thinking, but I need it! What happens if I feel the need for something sweet?? Ahhhh!!! Yeah, no good. Mike goes to bed before me, and it all works out because I usually sneak some kind of sugary yummy into my tummy. Actually, I'm sleeping in the living room with the baby, so I can have candy/cookies any time I want at night. Really, really, no good at all. Next week I start the South Beach Diet again. I did really well on the last time, and I didn't havae the super duper sugar cravings. So, I'd better eat all the candy while I can!! No, no, I won't. Promise.