I usually have a stash of healthy snacks for the girls, but they’re all gone.  The only thing left in my entire office is a jar of chocolates (oh, and a Dora cookie in the fridge, but I’m too old for Dora).  The chocolates are for visitors, but they sit on my desk mocking me because they know I want to eat them but won’t.  There’s a secret battle going on here, folks.  My way of testing just how much resolve I have is to blatantly flaunt the things I desire in front of my willpower, because my willpower sometimes morphs into it’s own entity unwillling to listen to it’s master, me (hence the term power).  But today, there are no alternatives.  I didn’t eat breakfast and I’m hungry and if I cared about myself I wouldn’t make myself choose between health and staying alive.  It’s all about self-love.  Right? Oh, wait!  There’s a bottle of fresh coconut juice that Honey put in there last Saturday.  Never mind.