Magic Candy Bowl

One of my roommates loves to shop for bargains. He's always cutting coupons and waiting for sales at the supermarket, and when something does go on sale, he buys the whole shelf of that one product. So usually the day after Easter and the day after Halloween, we are inundated with candy bought at bargain-basement prices.

I hate having candy in the house. It sits in the candy bowl, mocking me and my plans for weight loss. Ray is always snacking on candy, which just annoys me more, and sometimes I find myself with my hand halfway into the candy bowl before I realize what I'm doing. And I just had a visit to the nurse at my gym to get my body & strength measurements, to find out that not only have I not lost weight or changed my body mass in the last six weeks that I've been to the gym (and I've been going 5-6 times a week, I'll have you know), somehow I seem to have lost strength. How is that even possible?

So on Halloween I took the evil candy bowl and put it outside the house with a sign taped to it, saying, "Please Help Yourself. Happy Halloween!" When I brought it back inside at the end of the night, it was empty. Hooray, I thought. Finally I am free from the constant temptation of candy.

But when I got home from work a few days ago, I noticed that the candy bowl was full, once again, ostensibly with on-sale post-Halloween candy. I curse you, post-holiday food sales! I curse you, magic refilling candy bowl! You are the bane of my everyday existence!