I Should Be the Oreo Poster Child

So far, I'm having really good day.  I'm drinking water, exercising, eating lots of fruits and vegetables.  I even have a healthy supper planned.

It takes a truckload of effort to have a really good day.  I have to think about everything I eat and drink and when I'm consuming it and when I'll fit exercise in and on and on and on.  Good flippin' grief! 

My fiance bought Oreos the other day.  I saw the package on the counter when I came in and thought, "Why?!  Does he secretly hate me?  Is this a test?  He doesn't even like Oreos very much!" 

Oreos, along with Cheetos, are to me, what Kryptonite is to Superman.  Have you ever dunked one in milk until it's almost soft all the way through but not soggy?  And then put the whole thing in your mouth until it disolves into a delicious chocolatey glob?  I could down an entire package of Oreos in an afternoon like that, without even thinking about it.

So, there they sit.  On top of the microwave.  Unopened.  I'm safe as long as they remain unopened.  I won't open them.  If I open them, he'll know I opened them.  If he opens them, there could be trouble.  If he opens them, he will eat some of them and then I could sneak some of them and shake the package around to conceal the fact that some extra ones were missing.  But that only works for a few of them.  I don't know if I could stop at a few...

For now, I'll drink another glass of water and choke down another handful of carrots and tell myself that it's worth it (despite the fact that in my head I'm screaming, "I want Oreos!").

Someday, when I grow up, Oreos won't scare me at all.