i'm starting to really relate to those wicked coldstone commercials

so i'm back on my nothing-tastes-as-good-as-thin-feels regimen. and yesterday was my payday slash grocery shopping excursion (except i didn't go; i don't remember why).

oh now i remember.

i didn't have my list of things i have already made before i left work. don't you hate buying food that's already in your kitchen? ugh, annoying (unless it's tuna or saltines oh & coffee pods). how many cans of kidney beans does one lady need? because one time i just kept buying them to make chili. i never made the chili but i winded up with like seven cans of goya dark red kidney beans.

the diet. concentrate.

i was thisclose to running to dairy queen to try out that new caramel/waffle cone/chocolate blizzard that's flashing across the tv every freakin' 17 minutes. that's when i knew it was time to take control. control of what i say. control of what i do. (sorry - total janet j flashback. ooooh i used to love that song let's wait a while)

this blog has no purpose. i'm just craving junk and thought that that i'd blog a little until it passed.

ever heard that a craving only lasts from 8 to 14 minutes? 8 minutes? that's a dance.