OK...I've had it.
Who is the idiot who figured out how to turn a harmless crop like sugar cane into this product that totally consumes me? Please, if he is dead, somebody revive him/her so I can kill them again.
I get up and go to the gym and workout. Good Boy! I had a banana to start the day off. Get the fructose in your body. You don't want to fire up this fabulous machine without some fuel, now do we? It's a kick butt workout. Interval training on the elyptical (sic) machine. Core work with weights, leg workouts, curls, cable flys...all leading to two rounds of lunges followed by cleans.
Then I come home. My grandson commits the crime of leaving an open bag of M&Ms on the kitchen counter. Dastardly child! How dare he?
Many people hear voices....not me....I hear food. The bag screams for me to come over...which I oblige. I take a handful and thrust them into my mouth before I realize what is happening.......
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I've fallen again. I am left to feel good that I didn't finish off the bag. I guess progress comes in small increments.
Maybe some day I'll be a strong enough individual to say NO!.....
We can alway dream, can't we?
Take care.