To avoid impulse buys, I try never to go to the grocery store on an empty stomach. As I walked down the aisles, the food was calling me. Of course the juice is down the same aisle as the cookies, so on my way to get apple juice for my son I could hear the Chips-A-Hoy, Keebler Fudge cookies and sugar wafers whispering how yummy they were and how they could calm my over stimulated senses. I was seriously jones-ing for a creamy, sweet, sugary high.
Thankfully I was able to power through. That is until we reached check out. Damn those check out lanes! It's bad enough that every time I go to pay I have to wrestle my kids to keep them away from the M&Ms, Hershey's bars and magazines filled with inappropriately clad, half-naked women, but now I have to wrestle my own will power. Yesterday I lost. The Twix won.
Oh well. I shouldn't completely deprive myself anyway. That can only end with me sitting on the couch with a half a gallon of ice cream smothered in chocolate syrup, sprinkled with chocolate chip cookies.