The Easter Candy from...

Aaargh! I HATE Easter candy. Just hate it. I do everything in my power to ration it out to the kids, but it calls to me ("Beth! Beth!") from it's place in an out-of-the-way cupboard every hour of the day. I even buy candy I don't like that much, so I won't want to eat it, but then my mom buys the REALLY GOOD STUFF and, well, what does a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup do to you?

So, in an effort to combat the effects of the aforementioned candy, I decided to do a little light strength training yesterday, just a few calisthenics to assuage my guilt. I overdid it on the squats. I can barely get up and down the stairs! My quads hurt so much. And of course, they look the same as ever, as I only did one day's worth, but I still have to endure the pain. It's like punishment for my sin of gluttony.

On a weight-related note: I've been weaning myself off of the chocolate-covered pretzels. I just don't buy them. Just don't go down that aisle. (Since they're in the toilet paper aisle, I also don't buy toilet paper, unless it's an endcap display). As a replacement, I'm snacking on the Malt-O-Meal Fruit Loops that we use to make edible necklaces with Helena. Gross, huh? I couldn't possibly switch to, say, carrots, or apples, or edamame. That would be far too chic and healthy for me.

On yet another food-related note: The McDonald's Southwest Salad will soon be returning to my local McDonald's restaurant. This is a wonderful thing. This is a particularly tasty salad, that isn't bad for you in any way, and has no faults except its exorbitant price. I'm happy to pay that price just to know that I won't unexpectedly find any mouse parts ground up in my "all-beef" patty, or eat oddly-modified chicken, or whatever.

More seriously, I have to declare my utter love for my kids. What did I do before they came along? They can be so sweet sometimes that it just melts my jaded old heart. Bless them.