Never shop while famished...

I had an art class from 1:00-3:40 today. By the time I was finished, I was famished. Ravenous. Being the good girl that I am, I went to Blair's to get a "snack." A healthy snack. It was a good alternative to McDonald's in my mind (I ate McDonald's on Tuesday...) So. I entered Blair's supermarket, only to be greeted by the wafting scents of yummy goodness coming from the bakery. As I wandered through the store, I walked right past the fruit, veggies, yogurt...you know, anything that may have been good for me, and grabbed a BIG bag of chips and Diet Rootbeer (I heard diet pops cancel out anything you eat with them). Then, while in the checkout, I spotted a Charleston Chew. Yum. Strawberry, even. I have decided that I need blinders - you know, those things horses wear? - as I'm waiting in line at the checkout. I can't be trusted. They do it on purpose. Dang them...(whoever "they" are). So there I was, with a pop, chips and a candybar. And I didn't even care. And I ate the whole candybar, (I almost ripped into it at checkout). And probably half a bag of chips. And now I'm home and James will be home any minute and will be wondering what's for dinner. Only, I'm not hungry. I do have half a bag of chips left, however...

*Note to self: Bring snack for next class...and maybe a blanket for nap-time...and maybe a carton of milk.