something came over me today. i have this inner dialogue going all of the time. don’t go through the drive through. stuff yourself with protein and raw foods. it’s like a loop in my head. while i am short and rapidly approaching 40 and i can no longer eat what ever i want without fear of double chin-dom, that’s not why i have to constantly remind myself. i have this stupid finicky belly. i just can’t do preservatives. it’s not pretty when i do. it’s IBS with a side of a wonky gallbladder. like everything, i like to tell food, you’re not the boss of me. but ,as is often the case with people, food pretty much is the boss of me….dumb stupid!
so anyway, i went to the grocery store. i managed to make a good choice for lunch. i threw one of those veggie burgers in the cart. trust me it’s no BIG MAC, but maybe with someone avocado and onions i can trick myself. i’m walking up to the check out. dusting off my shoulders, patting myself on the back. good job kiddo. way to ensure that you can leave the house today…after lunch.
and then…….i saw the KING sized 5th avenue bar. i don’t know whose hand reached out for that thing. cause it wasn’t me. yet, i found my running to my car. shoveling the whole thing down. i looked out both windows and then licking the inside of the wrapper too. i may have been humming while this transpired due to pure glee.
sometimes the is crime worth the punishment.
i’m a fiend. i have no self control.
the stupid fake burger is still in the freezer.