Donuts are Bad, Boys are Bad

Donuts are bad, boys are bad somehow became a mantra of mine in high school before I ever knew what the hell a mantra was.  I really don't care about donuts now, so Chocolate is bad, Men are frickin worse is my new mantra.   Both get me into a lot of trouble when they are around and I am bored.  Not even really bored, it's enough if I am not intensely occupied in another pursuit for trouble to ensue.
  For instance there are many large bags of Halloween candy tied up in plastic bags and thrown up on the highest shelf in my pantry, but as soon as nightfall comes and I am deciding what to do with my time...climbing up and getting candy seems to take precedence over everything else.  In previous years I have banned the candy being in the house until a day or two before Halloween because there is no pretending that I will not eat it all and have to buy more if I bring it home any sooner than that anyway.  This year I somehow convinced myself that:
 a.  all the good candy would be gone if I waited to long to buy it
 b. I had suddenly acquired a sufficient amount of will power to not eat the candy
 c. it mattered if the  kids got the kind of candy that I prefer
None of that is true, but it seemed reasonable when I was standing in front of all the candy.
So the candy is eaten, every night.  And every night I wish the candy was not eaten and was not in my house at all.   It's not even candy I would ever eat if it wasn't halloween, it's just the best of the standard halloween fare.  Normally a twix bar hold absolutely no appeal to me.  I'll take my organic dark chocolate or truffles and scoff at the pathetic twix bar. I would never throw one in my cart at the grocery store.   So why when it is sitting in my house does it suddenly seem like I must eat it?  I will never understand it, but I must accept it as reality and never, never, never buy candy until the day before Halloween again.