Candy Land Ho!

When I was a kid, I used to give up candy for Lent, because I thought God would appreciate my sacrifice. This year, for the first time in ages, I thought I would repeat my pledge, for more self-centered reasons, not the least of which was to see if I had any self discipline left. I have so far been true to my promise, and have gained about 5 pounds. Turns out if I eat a few jelly beans or a handful of miniature Mr. Goodbars, I evidently satisfy my desire for sweets, and don't need to gorge. But candy-less, in the last few weeks, I have up to now eaten: (1) ninety percent of a carrot cake the Thompson's won at a school function: it had cream cheese frosting, (2) an entire box of Girl Scout cookies: they were peanut butter, (3) all six of a box of Hot Cross Buns: they had the fruit in them. And (4) yesterday on the way home from Albany, a giant soft ice cream cone from Bubbles. This was a little weird though, because I ordered the chocolate and vanilla swirl, and the chocolate tasted tart, like limes. I told the server, and she replaced it with an even more generous sized plain vanilla cone, not my first choice but I ate it all anyway. Oh well, I'll start my candy diet when Easter arives.