a letter to me, from…me
dear self,
i know when you grabbed that box of lucky charms off the shelf of pathmark the other day, you had the best of intentions. i believe you when you say that you honestly thought you had enough will power to make that box last for a few weeks. and that by putting it high up on an annoying to reach shelf, you’d be even less likely to overindulge in the delight that is cereal marshmallows.
but, it’s time to get real here. despite your best intentions, the fact of the matter is that you’ve had 6 bowls in 2 days and show no signs of slowing down. it’s time to admit to yourself that there are certain things you have zero self-control over, and lucky charms are one of them (oreos are another. remember the time you ate an entire package of them in college while watching the golden globes and then proceeded to cry because you felt so disgusting? that’s why you’re not allowed to have them in the house anymore).
in the future, stick to what you know you can handle-your standard, boring cheerios, crispix and kashi go lean. your self-worth (and your ass) will thank you.
lots of love,
me
