I bought a bag of my favorite candy to prove to myself I could ration it. Here’s how I failed and why I’ll try again.

I bought a bag of candy corn.

This coincides with a promise to myself to cut out flour and sugar. Well, more than 5 ounces of sugar per serving. Turns out with my rudimentary math skills, three kernels (does that term apply to candy corn?) is within the threshold of 5 ounces of sugar.

More or less.

I bought this bag with the intent to squash my desires and galvanize my promise to myself. I’d know the tempting morsels were sitting in my work bag, just begging to be eaten.

Yet, I’d ignore them.

Guess how that’s working out for me? I bought the bag of candy less than a week ago. It’s almost empty. I can’t even tell you how many times and ways I’ve justified nabbing a fistful of the fall favorites and either savored them one by one or shoveled them back into my face, like a whale drinking in plankton.

A need to conquer

I’ll try again, though.

Even though I feel that familiar sugar hangover those of us who are weak against Type 2 diabetes know and regret. I need to conquer this. Do I need to convince myself that I can pluck three kernels (again, correct terminology…