So right now there’s a Twix bar in my purse.Â I know it’s there, andÂ it knows I know it’s there.Â
I also know that I put it there.Â
Â I fell prey to the $.59 32-oz fountain drink thing at QuikTrip and while I was waiting in line to pay, a momentary weakness led my eyes to the candy by the register.Â Not only am I a spiceaholic, but I am also a self-proclaimed chocolate-whore.Â Having only let dark chocolate or skinny cow ice cream sandwiches pass my lips this week, the evil side of me immediately started craving the sugary stuff.Â And so I found myself snatching a Twix bar and paying for it before I changed my mind.
That was about 3 hours ago and it’s still in my purse.
I know I should have the grapes or peach I brought with me, but they won’t compare to the seductive layers of chocolate, gooey caramel, and crunchy cookie bar.Â
At 3:55 I decided if I waited 20 minutes and still wanted it, I could have it. It’s now 4:20 and I’m still holding out.Â I might wait to 4:45 to see if I still want it.Â Who knows.Â
But isn’t this teasing just making the inevitable worse?Â Shouldn’t I just eat it and get it over with? Or will that put me into binge mode?Â And shouldn’t I be good today because this weekend will be filled with friends visiting, eating out, girls’ nights in and all that?
These are the questions I must answer beforeÂ I allow myself to take that first bite.
Â So I’ll keep waiting until I’ve answered them.
And in the meantime, that evil Twix bar will continue to taunt me from the confines of my purse.