There has been a serious intervention in our household. My sugar supply has been confiscated. He says he's 'looking out for me' and while I know this is true, I secretly resent him for it.
He hid all my Christmas fudge and cookies. Granted I had barrelled through what was clearly more than a pound of fudge in record time, but still. Today, it got to an all time low. I
It's kind of working though and I secretly hate him for that too - the whole out-of-sight out-of-mind really does work for me. I see fudge, I want fudge - but if I don't see it I forget about it. (Which is why everything in our vegetable drawer goes back.)
Little does he know, I have back-up stashes. Mwah Haha
Oh AND I'm going to 'confiscate' his beef-jerky stash - well see how fast he puts up the location of the fudge then.