I was in the check-out line at The Evil Empire when I caught a glimpse of portable Nutella.
I had this conversation with myself:
'no, you mustn't.'
'oh, but I must!'
'no, V, self-control at all cost.'
'oh, but I must.'
'what would Trainer Man say.'
'ha!, I've been off the exercise wagon so long, I can't even see the ruts! so that line won't work!'
'you'll hate yourself in the end.'
You know who won, don't you?
I reasoned that this was better than buying a whole jar, portion control and all that.
Such a handy little product.