Tikkabik

For someone with poor impulse control trying to manage his blood sugar levels, Halloween is about the worst time of the year you can imagine. It doesn't matter when one's wife bakes a dozen cupcakes or one's mother pops by with a box full of glazed donuts. For me, it's basically like trying to look for loose change in an overgrown minefield with a metal detector and something to poke the ground with.

Fortunately the donuts are now gone, and the cupcakes soon will be -- alas, the candy remains, and probably will be for weeks yet (though i've been tempted to just spread it out on the floor and say "Go to it, kids, as much as you can eat. Whatever's left in an hour gets thrown in the trash.").

If there's an upside to this, it's that I'm more easily tempted by savory things -- potato chips and popcorn and the like -- than by sweet things. But every so often I'll hear the siren call of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and find myself drawn to the kitchen cabinet as if by an unseen force.

But I seriously doubt I'm going to do any weight-losing any time soon.