There was a battle today. It was intense. I was strategic about it. I was looking for breakfast in the cupboard because, to be honest, I am tired of eggs. I wanted oatmeal, but I was out. I wanted cereal: Cheerios, Chex, Cinnamon Jacks, but no high protein cereals.
That's when I noticed it. The pop tarts that I bought for my daughter's sleep over this week-end were sitting on the shelf, glaring at me, taunting me, and calling my name. Jennifer. Eat us. You know we're yummy! Jennifer. Jennifer, eat us. I picked up the box, looked at it, and thought about how yummy they would be. I love the cinnamon brown sugar Pop Tarts.
Then I thought about how sick I would be all day if that was the first thing I ate, and decided I could eat them later if I was going to eat them at all. I set them back on the shelf and turned to my protein drink corner. I made a blended vanilla latte protein drink instead and ate a banana.
Oh, but the battle was not over. Those Pop Tarts didn't sit in there and whisper my name. As I drank my protein and ate my banana, they began to shout my name. They knew the choice I made would not keep me satisfied for long, and they were right. I think the rest of the box just may end up in the trash before the end of the day.
