Sometimes you (meaning me, stay with me here) are so disciplined you shock the crap out of yourself every time you open the pantry looking for a ziplock or something non-food related and resist the junk staring you in the face. And you think, “damn, self. Look at you crushing those fitness goals and not eating the Oreos that are calling your name. You are a warrior.” And then there are days like today where you have to throw away all the open junk because the Oreos (and animal crackers and cheez-it’s and jelly beans) won. And then you don’t feel so much like a warrior after that.
Even the most motivated, disciplined, focused, goal-oriented people on this planet slip up, folks. Tomorrow is a new day. Without Oreos.