Even though it’s raining as I write this and temperatures are edging down to the chilly end of the thermometer, I’m starting to think it’s high time I got back out on the bike. Otherwise, I’m going to need a whole new wardrobe by New Year’s Day.
Halloween is barely over, and I’ve already noticed a change. My clothes aren’t fitting the way they did just a couple of weeks ago. For example, my shirts are somewhat tighter around the middle. I’d like to say they shrunk a bit in the wash along with my pants but that’s simply not true.
The sad fact is, I’ve gained a couple of pounds. I’ve probably put on more but that’s all I’m going to own up to.
Despite the extra weight I refuse to loosen my belt by a notch or two. That would be tantamount to admitting that I can’t eat like I did when I was teenager. But if it gets any tighter I might end up losing a few toes due to circulation loss.
In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have bought so much candy to hand out to trick-or-treaters. But I simply couldn’t help myself. I kept piling bags and bags of the stuff in my shopping cart until I could barely guide it to the check-out line.
The sheer number of candy bags I stacked up in front of the check-out clerk must have impressed her. And I admit it did look like I had sandbagged her line, as if trying to fortify it against an enemy attack. But when she started scanning my purchases she looked at me with a skeptical eye and said “you must get a lot of trick-or-treaters.”
“We get our share,” I replied as I cleared my throat and tried to look casual.
Okay, so I bought a little extra candy.
I wouldn’t have to do that if my wife would let me go door-to-door with the kids. But she has this notion that if you’re over 12-years-old, you shouldn’t be trick-or-treating.
Joking aside, I agree with her. There comes a point when trick-or-treating with your children just seems pathetic.
That said, handing out candy for a couple of hours makes my sweet tooth kick-in. So what’s a dad to do short of stealing the kids’ Halloween candy when they’re not looking?
Buy enough to have left-overs to stash away.
We have a huge bowl in our dining room that’s brimming with all sorts of candy – Tootsie Rolls, Tootsie Pops, Lemonheads, Milk Duds, Skittles, Laffy Taffy, Double Bubble gum, Sweethearts and Bottle Caps.
And that’s just the tip of the candy bowl.
You name it, it’s in there.
Stop by if you don’t believe me.
We probably have enough see us through to next Halloween. But I’m going to have ease up if I’m to have any hope of losing weight. And Thanksgiving is just going to make it that much harder.
So in case I’m unsuccessful, comfort waist pants, the kind that expand with you, might be a good Christmas gift this year.