I love food. I love healthy food. I love junk food. As long as its tasty, I probably love it.

And…

I’m weak. I’m surprised as I child I wasn’t lured into a scary van by somebody offering candy. Today, if there had been a van involved, I’d probably be on an Amber alert by now (wait, do they do those for grown women?)…

I ran to the market to pick up something for dinner & some road food for our long drive tomorrow. No, I didn’t give in and get twinkies and 3 Musketeer bars, but I will admit to some junk (to go along with the healthy sandwiches, GORPesque mix, vinegared green beans, and jugs of water). But my weakness appeared each time I emerged from an aisle, right by the registers where I wouldn’t be able to avoid them in the end — free cupcakes.

Yes, my local market is celebrating a birthday. And they’re asking me to join in by eating free cupcakes. How could I not? Maybe if I had any self-control, I’d think back to the free pizza I ate last Friday & came to regret. Or maybe I’d just avoid the luscious cake with creamy frosting just because I’m strong. But, ultimately, like the father who passed me at the table only to return when he was overruled by his 4(ish) yr old, I caved.

Oh, and yes, the cake was good. I dumped most of the icing, which was very sugary. Now I need a gallon of water to wash it down!