My vice. Reese's mini peanut butter cups. Perfection in bite size form. Lets not even begin to discuss the inherent danger in the new ones they invented. The ones that don't even require you to unwrap them.
I know I am not alone here. And even if your vice is not Reese's, I know you have one.
Please share so I don't feel so alone in my candy coated shame.
I am very tired this week. Very, very tired.
I am convinced that chocolate and peanut butter can help. Jury is still out.
Since I am not a religious person but I still feel the need to purge myself of the inherent guilt of eating so many peanut butter cups, this post is serving as a confessional. So many peanut butter cups.
Here's to a better, more nutritionally diverse, Friday.