They called to me...

I hate going to the store in the evenings. I had to go get cat litter and I'm standing in the checkout line and the candy rack looked sooo enticing. And of course, there was a sale. So what did I do? I bought CANDY! How is this helpful to me? It's NOT. I hate that I can't just walk away. I so didn't need 5 candy bars staring me in the face...let's be honest, now there's only 3.
I do this to myself. I sabotage myself all the time. I just don't know why really. I do know that it's more comfortable for me emotionally a lot of the time, if I'm heavier (except for when I'm feeling self loathing and disgust).
Screw it, tomorrow's a new day. It's done, I did it. Next time, I'll strive for a better outcome. I can send the other candy with Dylan. Now that I've had my fix...