The date is noted as well, and I am remembering.
So as predicted, there were treats in the break room at work yesterday–chocolate chip cookies and a popcorn ball kind of thing and pretzels. There they were, looking at me, sweet and salty and tantalizing. Teasing me. Did I want them? You bet I did, but I want a healthier me more, and I gave them a wide berth as I walked by, not even stopping to smell their sweet fragrances. Better choices = a better me.
That’s my story for now, and I’m sticking to it.