We can send a man to the moon. We can send a rover to Mars. We can even
turn men into women, and women into men; although I don’t understand why. With
all this technology and the ingenuity of mankind, why can’t we make a protein
bar that tastes like a Snickers bar? Seriously, is it that hard? We can make
watermelons without seeds and coffee without caffeine, again, why? But protein
bars taste like sawdust rolled in wax. If we were to come together as a nation,
rally ‘round the cause, we could have a nutritious and delicious meal
replacement bar in year or less. I know it could be done; who's with me?
It's true what they say about Karma. This weekend I took a four pound bucket of red vines to Lindsey's party. Michelle & I are trying to eat healthier and set a better example for our grandchildren, but sometimes grandpa's got to be grandpa. It was great fun watching the 'kids' of all ages chow through four pounds of licorice in very short order. Me, I resisted. I had my own battle going with the chip bowl. I'm not strong enough to fight on two fronts.
Imagine my surprise when a co-worker walked into the office this morning with a four pound tub of red vines. He explained that the night before his wife sat in front of the TV and made herself sick with red vines. At which point, she told him to get them out of the house. His solution, the office.
I spent the whole day looking at red vines. every time I turned around someone had a fist full of licorice and red drool running down his face. I stayed strong. I kept my hand out of the 'cookie' jar and I had a strategy. After shutting down my computer and collecting my things, I grabbed ONE red vine and walked out the door. I slowly ate my ONE red vine and thoroughly enjoyed the forbidden snack. I then got in my car and drove away, with no opportunity for weakness or slip-ups
As I sit here and pat myself on the back for a good strategy and great success, it occurs to me. When I walk into the office tomorrow morning half a bucket worth of red vines will be right where I left them.
The dance begins anew.
Imagine my surprise when a co-worker walked into the office this morning with a four pound tub of red vines. He explained that the night before his wife sat in front of the TV and made herself sick with red vines. At which point, she told him to get them out of the house. His solution, the office.
I spent the whole day looking at red vines. every time I turned around someone had a fist full of licorice and red drool running down his face. I stayed strong. I kept my hand out of the 'cookie' jar and I had a strategy. After shutting down my computer and collecting my things, I grabbed ONE red vine and walked out the door. I slowly ate my ONE red vine and thoroughly enjoyed the forbidden snack. I then got in my car and drove away, with no opportunity for weakness or slip-ups
As I sit here and pat myself on the back for a good strategy and great success, it occurs to me. When I walk into the office tomorrow morning half a bucket worth of red vines will be right where I left them.
The dance begins anew.
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