I am having one of those days….I just want a cheezit. I can not lie, I want to pound some cheezits! Why? I may have not eaten enough good fat today, or possibly my mind is still reverting back to what it knows after changing my entire lifestyle months ago. Damn you little golden crunchy air filled orange crackers full of preservatives, just damn you.
Cheezit Why Do You Call My Name….?
You gotta think….it took years to get my body this way, its going to take years to reprogram it. So, I guess considering everything, wanting a cheezit now and again is surely expected, right? It is how we react to the thought that matters.
Well, I do eat a cheezit or 8 when I am feeling this way, but that’s it. It does not happen often and I am not proud of it but I am human. I do get a rash under my nose when I indulge in such behaviors so I have to wear my sin on my face for a few days. Is it worth it? Eh, yeah maybe. The lesson is to me, if I need a cheezit, I eat just a few and walk away, knowing full well I may pay the price the next day.
It keeps me human.
Did I Just Say That?
Um Weird, I just said cheezits make me feel human, that’s messed up.