Girl Scout Sabotage

It would seem that the peanut-butter-filled Tagalongs are the bane of my existence this year. They're the only food that tempts me.

Today, I saw the red box on top of the fridge and, at a glance, thought that the whimsical slogan on the back of the box said "Oh, what can a girl do?" as if trivializing my conflict and alluring me to succumb to its charms. I did a serious double take, only to find that it actually said "Oh, what a girl can do!"– a simple positive tag line to encourage girls to achieve. It was definitely suspicious.

source

Well they're gone now. The three boxes that were in my house are no longer an issue: one is in Minnesota to be enjoyed by a college student during finals, one in the pantry to be saved until Easter (my parents love me) and as for the one that had been sitting there taunting me after all the other boxes were gone because I couldn't contribute to its demise– well, I gave the last two devils to my father and soon enough I was broodingly watching the cardboard blacken in the fireplace and disappear from my life. 

Or I would have, if we had a fireplace. I just flattened it and put it in the recycling. But either way, temptation has left the house, my friends! And despite the fact that I chose a pretty wimpy food to give up for Lent this year, I'm troubled by how much trouble I'm having with it. I still have to penalize myself for my earlier sin. An extra day of self-denial somehow doesn't seem like enough... I'll think of something.