Ellen's Addiction

Help! I am in the throes of a serious carbohydrate binge. I suppose it's part of my post party/wedding syndrome but it's been enabled, facilitated and aggravated by a gift of a giant tin of Hammond Pretzels, the greatest pretzels bar none in the universe. They are virtually irresistible--at least to me. Despite my best efforts at consumption and Steve's serious partaking--the pockets of all his clothes are now gritty with pretzel crumbs--there are still some left.

Here's is my dilemma: Do I keep shoveling them into my mouth until they are thankfully all gone or do I somehow find the will power to resist. In desperation, I've moved the tin out of the kitchen into the back room but somehow that hasn't worked. Today, when alone in the house having self-righteously declined an invitation to go the Tolls for a brunch of fresh corn fritters and maple syrup, I tiptoed into the back room and dipped into the tin for a rather large handful of pretzel pieces. As anyone with half a brain knows, pretzel pieces are much, much less fattening that whole pretzels.