The F*&^ing M&Ms
Every day. Every damn day. My wife insists on keeping a candy jar full of M&Ms on the coffee table. There they sit every damn day. I walk by them and they call to me. The good news is that I don’t usually watch tv there on the couch. My tv is down in the basement in front of the weights and treadmill, but I still gotta walk by those damn evil M&Ms filled with sweet chocolatey goodness to get my water or mix a protein shake. Shhh! They are calling to me… don’t let them hear me… if they know I’m here they won’t stop….please help! Somebody make the sweet, delicious, rich chocolate evil incarnate go away!
April 17, 2007 at 7:48 pm
Just think of the M&M’s as little pieces of fat in the jar. Little pieces of fat that you could add to yourself that’s the approach I’ve been taking.