And then I went to Sprouts.
And the bin of roasted edamame and I came face to face.
My inner voice said, "Don't do it."
The bin cried out, "You know you want to."
My inner voice fought back, "Not really."
The bin argued, "Everybody's doing it."
I said, "No, you must have us confused with Boulder."
Then I got tired of the vulcan mind meld between the bin and I so I broke down and bought some, took a picture, and texted it to Kettie for proof.
It's been sitting in my cupboard ever since. 'Cuz for the record? Not as delicious as you might trick yourself into thinking.
Then today I was at my WW meeting and the leader was asking what our refrigerators and cupboards should look like if we want to be successful at losing weight. "If I came to your house right now," she began, "what would I find in your cupboards?" Perhaps I should have jumped at the opportunity to highlight the abundance of soy gracing my shelves but I couldn't do it. I couldn't be that kid in class in the front row who asks all the questions, turns in his homework before it's due, and requests additional extra credit work for fun. So no, I wasn't forthcoming about my edamame but I also wasn't forthcoming about having a bundt cake for lunch last Thursday so I'm calling it even. I feel like this picture is telling me that's okay:
This one is kind of funny:
As for this one, I SWEAR IT WASN'T ME!