Normally, this kind of will power buster never even gets a chance because it doesn’t make it to my pantry. However, during an “unsupervised” visit to the grocery store on Monday, my lovely husband decided to purchase this nice little box of pure evil and bring it into my sanctuary! Of course, it caught my eye immediately and has been slowly whispering words of endearment and encouragement into my ear, like, “oh come on, one little cracker won’t kill you”. “you deserve it, you work so hard”, “you’ll exercise me off in the morning.”, etc…
I have been able to resist until this afternoon (which is about 24 hours from when it was introduced into my household) when the whispers turned into screams and I just had to shove a whole handful (well maybe a few handfuls) into my mouth to shut it up.
Dammit…I swear this box is going to work with Dan tomorrow morning. In the meantime it’s sitting in the garage where it’s sweet calling of my name is somewhat muffled. Sigh…..why do things that taste soooo good, have to be sooo bad for you?