as frequently happened in my adolescence, my mother has stomped all over my diet with easter tradition.
i am twenty-six years old. my mom still buys me a crispy chocolate bunny and the biggest bag of mini eggs she can find, every year.
while my jelly belly ought to be convincing me otherwise, i have solemnly decided it would be wrong not to partake of bunny day festivities.
i've been nibbling on crispy the bunny since my mom gave him to me on thursday, feeling guilty and weak and generally fat, but with today's decision i am gnawing on his remains with glee. he will be but a memory tomorrow (or maybe the day after), and i can move on with my attempt to be skinny again.
i feel this is a very rational and wise decision, and everyone should be very proud of it. if you too are trying to lose weight at this time of year - go ahead and have that cream egg or peep or whatever it is that floats your boat. it is okay to eat chocolate on easter. i say so! damn it, i ought to write a diet book!
actually, i ate a cream egg too. and i bought gummy bears. i may be taking the whole celebration thing a bit far. nonetheless, i stand by my plan.