Less than two weeks ago, I bought a giant-mega-ultra pack of Reese’s peanut butter cups.
And now I have only two left.
Next to me in bed, the shed wrappers of my disgrace. As I write this, the shame sickens my heart, and yet I am fighting a battle with some other part of me that wants, no needs, no wants to go out to the kitchen and grab another pack.
I disgust even myself.