Ah, yes. It's that self-improvement time of year. Soon it will be February and we can forget all about it, but right now most of the people I know are trying to "be good". Great. Like January's not dreary enough.
So I'm also trying to "be good". Sigh. This is not a "resolution". It's more an incentive to be able to start running again when my ankle agrees. For the most part it's okay, but I do have certain triggers that tend to set me off. Peanut butter is one. As much as I love it, I'm better off avoiding it completely right now, since one bite typically leads to a full-out assault on the jar with a spoon. I don't seem to have a stop button with peanut butter. Potatoes are another one. I don't believe there's a single combination of potatoes, grease and salt that I don't absolutely love. And once again, my stop button seems to have gone AWOL.
Why do some foods just strip us of our self-control? Or am I the only one without a stop button?
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM