Someone worse than me

Most of the time I like to think of myself as a strong person... I don't mean able to lift heavy weights, I mean mentally and emotionally strong. It happens every year almost without fail that during October or November, I realize I am weak... Not only weak, but miserably weak!!

October and November just happen to be 2 of my most favorite months of the year. Not because of Halloween or Thanksgiving, (which Thanksgiving also happens to be my favorite holiday) but because we have 4 birthdays at our house... And I don't necessarily love the birthdays in and of themself, but I love the...................................cake.

I love birthday cake, or wedding cake... the kind with the icing that is pure crisco and hardens your arteries before you can get up from the table... which would not be so bothersome had I not been blessed with high cholesterol.

So as I eat another piece of birthday cake tonite, I came to tell my husband of someone worse than me. Isn't that what we always like to do, compare ourself to someone worse, so we won't look so bad?

So, after my confession, I want to share with you the stories of someone worse than me.

I have a friend, you know who you are, who is addicted to sweets. I did not believe her when she told me, but after her confessions....... I will let you decide for yourself.

Example 1===My friend often makes trips out of town and on her way home picks up a bag of something.... usually something sweet. After she has had her allotment, not having the stamina to stay out of the candy, she tosses it to the back of the vehicle. This is an excellent remedy, except for the times she cannont help herself, and she stops the car to get the bag at the rear of the car. Poor lady......

Example 2====My friend bought some chocolate candy and could not stay out of it. She really tried. So after countless atempts, she did what any intelligent person would do, she threw them in the dumpster. NO problem..............until, she could not stop thinking about this candy. So you guessed it, she went to the dumpster to get it out. Fortunate for her, it was all individually wrapped.

I dearly love this friend, and you too may have some addiction, not a bad addiction, but something that you know better, and yet you just can't help yourself.... If you can relate, I feel your pain. And in the morning, when I get on the scales, I will feel my own pain...