For the most part I think I'm a pretty healthy eater. I like vegetables, I don't stock soda in my fridge, potato chips are bought on rare occassion. But I do like sweets.
Occasionally, I enter the death spiral of survival. I hit a lull in energy and I try to climb out of it by eating mini eggs or something. Of course this gives me a little boost and sends my energy down even lower the next time, requiring me to eat more mini eggs (no, please! don't drop any more of those chocolate delicacies into my mouth!). I'd like to call it the chocolate spiral of survival, but that sounds tempting and delicious, so I stick with the more fear inducing name.
I decided that after the Easter candy is gone, that's it. I'm done with junk. I have 6 weeks until my due date and I need to shape up, metaphorically speaking. The literal shaping up at this point is moot, unless you consider shaping out the same thing. You can stop by to find me munching on carrots and enjoying the spring strawberries. Except I'm really craving the easter egg malt balls and they're all on sale... so maybe I'll have to stop spiraling in a day or two.