i have a confession, and it’s become quite the problem. a problem for these ever growing “problem areas”.
i don’t know when to put down the fork.
seriously, i don’t. and not even just the fork. the spoon, the chopsticks, the skewer, my hand. if it transports food from one place to my mouth, i physically can not put it down. i could literally eat popcorn for an entire movie if the bucket didn’t run out. i can eat more slices of pizza then i would like to admit, and please oh please do not ask me how many double stuffed oreos i could take down in one sitting. please don’t.
i had to pick up a dessert for a church function last night, and while i was at the bakery i laid eyes on the most beautiful looking eclair’s i have ever seen. i don’t even like chocolate that much, but i couldn’t resist. i got home, and it was seriously gone within two minutes.
wondering why there is already a bite taken out of it? well, ummm, i may or may not have broken into the box at the first red light. don’t judge. and why isn’t the fork dirty you ask? who needs a fork when you have your very own hands. pathetic.
there seems to be a common denominator in my over indulgences. my bare hands. so unless i am willing to chop em off i better get on top of my self control.
easier said then done.
by jenny m
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