Skinny Me and the Battle of the Butterfinger

Two weeks ago I saw a Butterfinger on my bosses desk. That was the week of the horrible juice fast (we'll talk about that once we recover from it). Each time I go into her office, that Butterfinger is still sitting there.

I WANT TO EAT THE BUTTERFINGER.

I've been thinking about that butterfinger for two weeks. I've resisted the urge for two weeks. Granted, I was sick for the past three days, but even as I worshipped the porcelain god, I still thought about that Butterfinger.

Today I didn't eat breakfast. Big Mistake. HUGE mistake. I came into work and saw the butterfinger again. I went to the bookstore to get a diet sprite (yes, a non-caffeinated option) and saw the box of Butterfingers.

I wished they sold mini-butterfingers, but not in huge packages full of more calories than the single bar. I rationalized that I could buy the bar and eat half. This would be better than eating all of it.

But now what do I do with the other half? How would the other half feel if I simple discarded it in the trash?

Skinny me would throw it away.

Not-so-skinny me has decided to keep it for another day. Perhaps this is why skinny me is not here quite yet...