Have you ever gone to the grocery store and purchased a box of something because you just wanted one? Just one of those super yummy cookies? Or just one of those ridiculous looking brownies? Only then you find yourself with an entire box/carton of the totally bad for you delectibles... This happens to me all the time.

This week it was Nutty Bars.

I cannot tell you the last time I indulged in a Little Debbie anything...maybe 8, no 12 years ago. Most of the time I find that kind of stuff repulsive- chock full of hydrogenated oils and preservatives- and they're not even really that good. A total waste of a couple hundred calories.

But, oh those Nutty Bars. They called to me from their strategically placed shelf. My mouth started to water. I needed one. N.O.W. I'm not one to deny my cravings and I'm also not one to wait, sooo as I walked down the dairy aisle I happily munched on both sticks of chocolatey goodness, finishing just in time to lick the chocolate from my fingers as I slid my CC at the checkout. (I think if I wasn't guilty of pigging out in the grocery store while I shopped people who did would totally be a pet peeeve of mine- it's really gross when you think about it. But I do it so therefore I'm ok with it.)

Then yesterday when I opened the pantry to retrieve the freeze dried peas and dried papaya for my children's snack the remnants of my craving hit me in the face. Gross I thought aloud. What in the world am I going to do with 11 Nutty Bars? The two little faces screaming 'cha-cha' below me made me rethink my previous snack decision. Maybe just one...

As we sat on the kitchen floor and pow wowed Little Debbie style, I started to feel guilty. If I am so grossed out by these processed snack cakes why in the world would I pawn them off on my children?

So I wouldn't devour the entire box myself of course...Way to put your kids first mom.