Sometimes I just have to eat sweets.

The wind blows from the west. A pale sun rises in the east. And I know I’ve got to eat sugar or die trying.

Sometimes I try to fight that urge.  

I pop my morning vitamins, mix flaxseed into my chai-flavored water buffalo yogurt, and wait until 10:30 for my officially sanctioned snack of cashew butter on rice crackers washed down with a sweet fiber drink.

Sometimes it works.

It succeeds in pushing away my sugar cravings, sometimes.

Most of the time, it doesn’t work. I’m forced into my car to run to the store for green tea flavored mochi or chocolate dipped chocolate chip dunkers or a bar of dark chocolate.

Sometimes my body overtakes my mind and stuffs it in the trash barrel.