I come home from work to face villains in my kitchen.
It’s been a long day, and I felt quite virtuous to have contained myself to a salad and some plain roasted chicken for lunch.
First the open bag of potato chips sits there, staring at me with a “Come hither” pose.
I resist and pull back in terror. But before I get more than one step away…
“No!!!” I shake my head and back away even further.
Just as I’m certain I’m in the clear, the dark, chocolately goodness of last night’s leftover brownies sings a siren song to me, inviting me to taste just a crumb. “A little bitty crumb won’t hurt you,” it whispers in a seductive purr.
In the end I succumb to half of the piece of pie. So far I’ve held off from devouring the rest, but who knows how long I will be able to be strong? Eating a celery stick isn’t going to cut it. I suppose I could drink some water, but that ruby port over there is looking far more enticing… 🙂
Anyone else have nutritional struggles, especially when you’re really trying to be good? Sigh…