This. This is what I’m talking about. The thin edge of the wedge. The camel’s nose under the tent.

And I almost don’t write down the fact that I ate the nose, and the wedge it rode in on.

This is why I have to run these little drills, to instill discipline and habit.

It has been raining for several days here in the desert, and my fellow drivers are all upset because OMG RAINDROPS and a pretty decent day at work was pretty much nullified by an hour and a half drive home (or in layman’s terms, twice as long as usual).

So I did what everyone else in my little bedroom community did: I drove through KFC because the thought of cooking dinner at that point did not appeal at all.

I bought grilled for myself and the hubs, extra crispy for everyone else. I did not write it down until this morning. I did ultimately write it down, and it is a small victory in that I did that even though my Fitbit is crying at me to stop for the love of God already.

That is my full confession. As Scarlett O’Hara Butler said: “Tomorrow is another day.” And I’ll write that down, too.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016