The Power of Des

I’ve been ravaging the fudge rounds lately, so I went upstairs to ask Desmond what he would like instead of fudge rounds for a snack. He asked why. I said I was sorry, but I could not buy them anymore, because I eat them by the dozen.

“I will have to think about it,” he said. I could tell by his face he was really bummed out about this turn of events, and I felt bad.

Then he said, “What if I kept them in my room, but only ate them downstairs?”

At first I was reluctant, and said, “Umm, I don’t know…”

“Never mind,” he said. He was so disappointed.

“Wait,” I said. “It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Can you hide them in there?”


“And do you promise never to eat them in your room?”


“Okay,” I said. But I made him pinky swear. I’ve never done that with anyone before.

This is new for me. Sometimes I used to put Derek’s snacks up high so I couldn’t reach them, but he didn’t like it because he said he’d forget they were there and not eat them. He didn’t want to hide them on me for the same reason. Because he’d forget about them.

But I’m not good about boundaries when it comes to food. I don’t consider any food to belong to specifically one person. If it’s within my reach, it’s fair game. So if I can get to the Oreos, I’m going to eat them, even if I bought them for someone else. I’ll replace them, I reason. And I do. But then the cycle begins anew.

So there are foods I just can’t have in the house at all, such as Oreos, Fudge Rounds, real chocolate, any kind of peanut butter flavored ice cream. Whip cream. Nuts.

But I think the Fudge Rounds plan is a good one. It’s the best one I’ve got right now. I feel awful depriving people of what they want on my account.

We’ll see how it goes.

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