My Name Is Skinny Guy
And I'm a carboholic. I've been on a two month bender that has seen me sabotage all of my attempts to get back on track. There is usually no shortage of baked goods present in the house, but I'm usually able to avoid them because they're the boxed, over-processed variety of store bought junk, and they don't usually appeal to me.
But throughout the holiday season, my wife went on a baking spree that pushed me past my ability to control myself. Lord knows, she did her best to protect me from myself, but I was determined to commit carbocide.
Once I plowed through all the good stuff, I showed even less self control and started eating all the crappy stuff I could get my hands on as well. Even as long ago as last night I was popping boxed mini-donuts into my pie hole.
So as of this posting, I'm going to try to put the brakes on. Again.
"Persistence, not perfection."

