WHITE CHEDDAR CHEEZ-ITS.
In the past two days, just after the beautific posts about how I had recommitted myself to the weight plan, I was stricken with a jones. A jones so strong that I could not deny it. A jones of HUGE proportion. A jones so intense that I know it had to come from the very pit of that hot place down under.
I HAD TO HAVE WHITE CHEDDAR CHEEZ-ITS.
And not just a few.
I ate the whole box.
Now granted, it was a small box. And I did it over three days. And my son helped a little. But make no mistake about it, the box is history now, and it's my fault.
If I take any solace in this at all, it's that the box is no longer there to tempt me. Not that it really matters when it comes to the lard which has added itself to my hips. These crackers are known as the legal form of crack, according to many sites on the web, due to their addictive taste. As a victim, I would heartily agree.
This is all I have to say about what you should do if you are offered any of these heinous snacks:
Run. Run far, and run fast.
And pity the poor person who offered them to you. They were once just like you.
Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.