Yesterday, around 4:00 pm, I was headed out to my niece’s birthday part and had to stop at Walgreen’s for a card and a couple of waters for hubby and me for the ride. For whatever reason, I strolled down the candy aisle aimlessly, not really knowing what I was looking for. But when I chanced upon the 3 Musketeers bars, I knew exactly why I ended up in that aisle.
There’s something about 3 Musketeers bars for me. They are such chocolately goodness, but lower in fat? Somehow, if I’m going to eat a candy bar, that is always the one I gravitate toward. I snatched up the candy bar, went to the register and paid (before I had a chance to rethink my decision) and hopped in the car. Where I rethought my decision.
Between the Walgreen’s register and the car, I had rationalized that if I ate that candy bar on the way to the party, I wouldn’t want cake (and the 3 Musketeers bar would be less points–it’s five. I know this. This was not my first 3 Musketeers bar). I’d eat less chips. Somehow, eating this candy bar would keep me from eating anything diabolical at a 12-year-old’s birthday. Yeah, right.
In the car, before I ripped the wrapper off that yummy candy, I decided to search for a pen, fill out the card and be ready when we arrived (even though we had a half hour ride.) I put the 3 Musketeers bar in my pocketbook and opened my water and took a swig. Now, even though the candy was calling my name–quite loudly, in fact… DH kept asking what was that noise coming from my bag–I suddenly had the urge to resist. I think they call this mindful eating?
So I didn’t eat the 3 Musketeers bar. It haunted me throughout the whole party, where I also didn’t eat chips and diabolical foods and only had a tiny two-bite sliver of cake. Not sure what was up with that either since I can almost never resist cake.
On the ride home, having eaten nothing at the party, I was hungry. DH wanted pizza so we stopped for that. I had a slice of pizza and then I was off to the movies with a friend to see Julie & Julia. I still had the 3 Musketeers bar in my bag and rationalized now that if I wanted movie treats (having been so well-behaved at the party), I had my candy already.
Instead, I just drank water. And thoroughly enjoyed the movie. On the way home, I considered the 3 Musketeers bar again but now it was late and I didn’t want to eat chocolate at midnight. Besides, having resisted it all afternoon, I was curious to see if I could continue.
It’s now 8:45 pm on Sunday and that 3 Musketeers bar is still in my pocketbook. I haven’t eaten it yet. And I’ve eaten very healthfully all day. And I won’t tonight now either. I’m debating whether I should keep it in my pocketbook to see how long I can resist it….
Or maybe I’ll just give it to my son and be done with it.
I’m curious though. Anyone know why it’s called a 3 Musketeers bar? I mean, technically, it’s only really two versions of the same flavor.
UPDATE: On my way up to bed last night, I stopped at my son’s room, knocked on his door and handed him the 3 Musketeer bar. “What’s this for?” he asked. “I don’t want it,” I replied. “Oh.”
I figured I shouldn’t continue to tempt fate. It’s good to have a 21-year-old in the house who isn’t watching his weight.