Day 13. Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.
Hi. My name’s Sarah and I’m addicted to peanut butter.
No matter how hard I try to stop myself, every time I enter the kitchen, I can’t stop from sneaking the jar from the cupboard and scooping a large finger full of the gooey stuff. I love the taste, the way it sticks to my teeth and gums, but I hate how I love it so much. The worse thing about it — to cover my tracks — I blame my husband for putting too much on his toast! So my guilt is double-edged. Please don’t blame me, I’m an addict after all.
Even looking at this picture makes me want to rush to the kitchen! However, I took strategic measures and have my cat (Millie) nestled against my legs so I can’t move. Mind you, she does need feeding, wouldn’t want her to starve, and I can hear the jar calling like a siren, drawing me to the kitchen. No, I must stay strong, or least until I’ve finished this post. Well, what is there left to say, um… oh damn, my leg just involuntarily jerked. Must be tired.
‘Don’t look at me like that. I couldn’t help it.’ Sorry, Millie’s giving me one of her evil stares, best go and get her a treat and another scoop of that peanutty goodness. Oh how I hate my weakness.