Most of the time, I am health conscious in my food choices. Most of the time, I try to exercise and practice yoga. Most of the time this works out pretty well for me. Most of the time.
But then, there’s that box of Milk Duds. Those imperfect chocolate-covered caramels that make such a satisfying wad of chewy sweetness call my name as I pass the candy aisle at CVS. I reach for the box wishing they still had the small-size box instead of the movie-size box. I know it will be hard to stop once I start.
I righteously refrain from opening the box when I get in the car. I take a drink of water instead. I tell myself I can wait until I get home after a few more errands. Deciding to ditch the errands, I just go home.
Maybe I’ll just have a few while I gather the laundry. I pop a few and get a load going. Back upstairs. Okay, just a few more while I sort the mail. “Oh, this is a good batch. So soft and mudluscious (thank you e.e. cummings) in my mouth.” I sit down to knit a few rows on a baby blanket while the wash is going. I knit and pop a few more Milk Duds. If I mindfully enjoy this chewy pleasure on Saturday afternoon, will it be more healthy?