This is the day...

to do something about the fact that my fat jeans aren't fitting. Well, I can get them on and I can get them snapped... but I can hardly breathe. Or sit comfortably while wearing them. So it's time to stop eating the Halloween candy. And in order to do that, I need to get it out of the house. Which means I need to get the kids to pick out a couple of pieces and then send the rest to work with hubby. Which means that the kids are going to cry. And I've told them before... we don't cry about food. Which is hard because, if I'm honest with myself... I want to cry to0.