A post wherein I hang my head in shame

I haven't been very disciplined. {sigh} Unless! You count Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper slurpees disciplined. Do you? Say you do! I haven't had Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper since our last trip to Kansas City 2 years ago, and so, when I saw 7-11 had those slurpees I went wild. I lost contol of all my senses, espcially logic. This is why my post is aptly named and why I am swiping my right foot at the dirt creating a cloud of dust as I gesture the universal sign of defeat with my right arm, fist lightly made as I swing my folded arm ever so slightly towards the center of my body all whilst hanging my head, tipped slightly to the left with an aw-shucks-golly-gee-and-darn-it-all-to-heck look upon my face.

This, my friends, is where my weakness lies, all those yummy things in life, all those distractions that come in the form of other people wanting ice cream and such, and me following along bleating like a little sheep.

What can you do? You can't beat yourself up over what has been done. No crying over spilled milk and all that jazz, or, as the case may be, no crying over consumed Heavenly Hash or don't put your slurpees all in one basket, or something like that. {grin}

There's nothing left to do but start fresh. His mercies are made new every day and I guess that includes dietary mercies of a gluttonous sheep. Baaaa!

{grin}