So I just wrote a happy little post about how great the day was and how great I was feeling...
I am making cornbread muffins to take to a birthday party later and now the little a-holes are sitting on the counter laughing and calling my name "come and eat us, we are crunchy on the outside and warm and soft on the inside". I hate how cravings sneak up on you when you least expect it! I hate how they don't care how well you have been doing and don't give you any credit for that. I hate how they stay in your head. I hate how strong they are and how f'ing weak they make me feel!
I had one...it fits into my calories for the day just fine...plain with no butter...ok. I ate one, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!
Right after I ate one; I put them all in a plastic bag - in my car - as far away from me as possible!
But I am sure I can still hear a faint muffled plea "please eat us...all of us."
NO NO NO NO NO I will not!