Sugar is Evil.
And I may need some professional intervention to pull myself out of it's wicked, wicked clutches. I'll be putting notes to myself on the fridge next. Notes like: STOP!
This is a cry for help from somewhere under the cheesecake and fudge and See's candy and cookies and cinnamon rolls and chocolate dipped biscotti and marzipan fruit that I've been spending furtive time with like it was a long-lost, done-me-wrong-but-I'm-somehow-back-for-more lover.
help!
Oh, and Note to Self: "I'm training for a half-marathon" (even if I am) is not any kind of Magic Holy Water that will undo the vile results of binging on said Evil Sugar in all its nefarious incarnations.
Witnesses are beneficial, however. So thanks for listening, and for witnessing as I tell myself, "Pull up! pull up!"
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