The girl on the left? Yeah, she's the one with all the willpower to say NO to peanut butter.
The one who reads the label each time, walking away in shock at 16g fat for 2 tablespoons.
The good girl who acknowledges how much time she needs to exercise to burn off that peanut butter.
The little devil on the right?
Oh my, that is the one who, all week, has convinced me it's worth it.
The one who taught me how delicious a slice of peanut butter toast goes with coffee. The gooey, melted peanut butter goes so, so well with warm coffee. The coffee streams through the film in your mouth that the peanut butter laid there. They coordinate so nicely together, coffee and peanut butter toast.
The little devil also has me enjoying a scoop (or 2...or 3...let's be honest here) of peanut butter stirred with some chocolate syrup, ya know, to curb a chocolate craving.
This has been my war on peanut butter.
I try to avoid it, then I fail & indulge.
It's been oh so good, yet oh so bad for me.
I need to stop losing the battles and win this damn war.
Only now, I think it's to the point where I need back-up.
Me: 0 Peanut Butter: 5