Then I saw it.
A full bag of chipits.
I started convincing myself it was ok to eat them.
No one would find out.
I wouldn't have to tell anyone.
I could lie.
I prayed. I wrestled with my thoughts. I asked Eric, and then argued when he said no.
But now I am lying in bed and the bag of chipits lies unopened on the shelf.
I would consider today a win.