I do. It's so tasty. It's so comforting. My taste buds dance with joy when the sweet rush of sugar floods their sensors. It's almost as if they command - no, they control the way that I eat. It's a love hate relationship that me and my tongue have. I so want to please the craving but at the same time I know that it is not my tongue that is dictating my eating habits...it's in my head. It's my decisions.
It's not like my tongue is picking up the food with it's arms. To be honest, if my tongue grew arms and starting picking up food - I'd be a little freaked out. I would then have to join the freak show circus and I don't think my wife and son would follow me down that route so here's to my tongue staying a normal tongue.
I've cut out soda. I can cut out the other crap too, but sugar is my Achilles heal. It is my weakness.
In fact, I have Flipz White Fudge Pretzels sitting on my desk at work. I justify the fact that I have already had an apple and yogurt for breakfast and will be running later...so
"So completely irresistible you'll make up excuses to eat'em"
They are irresistible.
I must resist.
Self control is lacking.
Just one more?
I must resist!
Okay, while I fight my urges - here's some music that I've been listening to while running. Enjoy!