Little Debbie the snack brand paid me a visit this weekend. I'm currently on a diet and someone brought a box of Little Debbie Cake Snacks into the house. I go downstairs and there they are calling me. Tempting me with their sugary processed goodness. Do I dare? Just one couldn't hurt? I caved in. Pulled one out of the box and as I attempted to open the plastic wrapped treat it hit me. What am I doing? I'm not even hungry. Why do I have to eat this?
Honestly, I think Little Debbie works for Satan. Manufacturing innocent looking sweets to corrupt all of the food addicted souls in the world. Pulling us into the depths of the darkside. Testing our discipline when we are the weakest. After weeks of watching what I eat, numerous exhausting workouts, and mental fatigue 'Debbie' appears. She wants to make a deal with me. Convincing me that one insignificant cake snack doesn't matter. I deserve it for all my efforts. What's the point of living if you don't enjoy life's few pleasures. But, it didn't work. I said, "No Deal." Wistfully placing the wrapped treat back in the alluring box I felt like I was on the right track.
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