I had an epiphany today. I had to go to Sam's Club, and you know how they have those samples of things. I am usually okay there because most of them have meat. But they had these oilive oil, garlic, parmesian potato chips. I just had to have some. Then I had to buy a bag of them. I actually went out to my car and had some. But I was good there to a point. I only had one "serving" which I will record on my food diary. I actually counted out 12 potato chips (minus the three I had in the sample). But while I was in potato chip extasy, I was wondering how long? How long will I have to count out every potato chip? I mean absolutely no one else I know does that. They just grab a handful and let it go at that. Then the realization hit me. Forever. I will always have to count them. I can't just grab a handful. Ever. Just like an alchoholic can never have just one drink. The rest of the bag is sitting in the closet calling to me, but I refuse to listen. And I am pretty sure I can count on the rest of the family to finish them when they get home.
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