Fudge Rounds..my own box.

I am no model of health. I run to eat...and eat...and eat. And what I eat is rarely healthy. I have tried in vain to change my habits...but some habits never die. Jason has recognized this fact early in our relationship. His late night raids of the pantry or refrigerator after I have gone to bed usually leave him disappointed. What happened to that package of Oreos? What happened to the peanut M&M's? Where the heck did all the Dr. Pepper go? There's usually only one culprit. Me. I can do a row of Oreo's in one sitting. I can eat 3/4 of a bag of M&M's and down 4-5 Dr. Pepper's a day. It's shameful. Never was my addiction made more clear than tonight when Jason came home after grabbing some groceries. I looked into the bag and found, not one, but two boxes of Fudge Rounds. I asked Jason why he bought two...his response: "Well, I figured I'd buy my own since I know you'll polish off that box before I even think about wanting one." True.