Am I really what I eat???

God, I hope not! If that's the case then I am a blob of salt water taffy and half and half tea. Half sweet and half unsweetened, as if that really matters after the taffy. The thing is that last week if you had asked me what I ate, I would have told you leafy green salads, grilled chicken, healthy sandwiches, strawberries and tons of water. However, sometime around Saturday morning I began slipping into old habits of junk, junk, and more junk! Don't even ask how it happened, it's all a blur to me and I was there! I was doing good, I think, until my husband, Danny had to go to the pool store. I didn't want to go in with him so I went into a cute shop that I had never seen before. That's when the backslide began. I was like a kid in a candy store. Who am I kidding, I was in a candy store. Not just any candy store, but a popcorn and candy store. What's my weakness? You guessed it. Popcorn. I can't smell it and walk away. Now, I kept my breathing in check and tried to hide the sweat on my face as I walked past barrels and barrels of colorful taffy. Taffy that just wanted to get all mixed up in a bag just for me. But, I was in control. I could look and walk out. After all, popcorn and candy would still be there tomorrow if I really wanted some, but then "It" happened. I am referring to the moment that all hell broke loose and I went from window shopper to card carrying customer of the day! As I turned to walk out of the store I heard, "Do you teach Pre-K?" It was an invitation to buy in disguise. A little girl who attends my school, was helping out at her family's business for the day. Well, who can walk out on a little girl working her first job? Not me-- that's apparent. Here comes the blur part. Somehow I managed to buy a large Dill Pickle Popcorn (I don't even like dill pickles,) a small Peanut Butter and Chocolate Popcorn, a pound of taffy, and two chocolate dipped marshmallows covered in toffee and sprinkles. I said I don't like dill pickles, but the popcorn was addicting! Seriously! How much is left this Tuesday morning? Who am I kidding? What was left on Monday morning? Not a dad-gum bit. I don't think that Bob Greene's book addresses this. Oh well, letter to self... If a little girl in a candy store asks, "Do you teach Pre-K?" Lie. Lie and answer, "Parlez-vous français" and walk away. Just walk away.