Now here's the problem. My brother just got engaged, which means there's gonna be a wedding, which means I'm gonna buy a dress, which means I need to get in shape. My mother, the one who hand selected the above, aforementioned candy, asked me to be her "exercise accountability partner". She asked me, knowing that I would be receiving this bounty of sinful delights the very next morning. Is that fair? Couldn't she wait until after I devoured my bag of Reese's peanut butter eggs? How can I possibly enjoy every last morsel of my candy, knowing that I have to "jog them off".
But the See's Chocolate Butter Creams?
I'd gladly jog a hundred miles for a box of See's Chocolate Butter Creams. In fact, I think I'll devour all the Easter Candy, and just have my "30 day Shred" workout video playing on a continuous loop for the next 4 months. I'll stash a few pieces of candy in my cheeks, like a chipmunk, and lace up my jogging shoes. Any calories consumed while jogging are immediately canceled out.