I was at the physical therapist’s office the other day and he started off with ten minutes of electric stimulation on my neck and shoulder.\u00a0 Other than the time at the end of the day when I got to sit around on the couch with the twins watching Wonder Pets, this was the best part of my day.\u00a0\u00a0He placed the pad on me, cranked up the dial and\u00a0left the room. \u00a0 A great feeling. \u00a0I felt the herniated discs in my neck say \u201cthank you for doing this for us,\u201d and I let my mind wander. \u00a0I was thinking happy thoughts of my kids dressed up as Elmo and Cookie Monster.\u00a0\u00a0I pictured them, for the first time, walking around trick or treating. \u00a0Their little plastic pumpkins filling up with… with…\u00a0\u00a0Then I got stuck at candy corn.\u00a0\u00a0 Ah. Wonderfully deliciously 99.9% sugary candy corn.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s one of the biggest temptations in my life.\u00a0 There\u2019s no way I should be buying a bag of candy corn and eating it (all).\u00a0 Yet I admit I have.\u00a0I don’t recall seeing\u00a0in the paucity of diabetes books I\u2019ve looked at, anything that recommends this behavior. \u00a0\u00a0But this time of year \u2013 Halloween \u2013 is like torture for me.\u00a0\u00a0 It feels like I can\u2019t walk down an aisle in a Duane Reade drug store without seeing some candy corn-related display.\u00a0 Even the aisles I walk down in the pharmacy to get my diabetes medications seem festooned with all manner of\u00a0 (traditional) orange-yellow-white tip or (fancy) orange-brown-white tip candy corn.\u00a0\u00a0 I have to be strong.<\/p>\n
I can resist other Halloween candies more easily.\u00a0 I don\u2019t crave mini-Three Musketeers or Milkway bars.\u00a0 I no longer feel drawn to Hershey\u2019s Kisses.\u00a0 I snicker at Snickers.\u00a0 I can walk by a Tootsie Roll without a glance like I\u2019m strutting past a former lover. It\u2019s just this one damn seasonal product that gets me.\u00a0 Or has gotten me in the past.\u00a0\u00a0 (Luckily, after this weekend, the uneaten candy corn goes back to its glucose ghetto \u2013 not to be heard from again til next year this time.)<\/p>\n
Tomorrow I go to Duane Reade to pick up refills of my meds \u2013 metformin, januvia, glipizide \u2013 and I\u2019m girding myself for you, 8 oz bag of Brachs Candy Corn.\u00a0\u00a0 You won\u2019t get your hands on me this year (or more accurately, I won\u2019t let my hands get on you).\u00a0 You won\u2019t!<\/p>\n
Wish me luck.<\/p>\n
Happy Halloween.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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