Those Cheetos Are Not For Me (wink, wink)

I'd forgotten how damn tasty puff Cheetos are. Walking down the chips aisle at the grocery store the other day, I saw a bag and got this sudden, crazy craving.

The thing is, even though I try to keep the junk to a minimum, my house is not junk-free. Besides the fact that I have blood sugar issues and have to avoid refined products (and I'm not always good about that!), and I don't want my son to constantly be eating crap, I know it's not good to have cookies and such around. It's enough that my parents keep him well-fed on chocolate whenever he's over there.

But, I buy snack anyway. Pretzels, goldfish crackers, cereal bars. Guilty, guilty, guilty. I've become a sucker for those 100-calorie products, figuring that at least that way, it's a measured amount that controls intake. And Max, he's become quite the fan of "circle cookies" (fudge stripes, to you and me), which drives me crazy. I see those as special treats; he considers them his birthright and asks for them every single day.

So, the Cheetos. I hated that all of a sudden, I needed them. I stood there, looking at the big bags, willing myself to keep walking. You know how you try to talk yourself out of something you know is not good for you? "Maybe I can use these as a snack for school and not eat them all myself." "Well, maybe I can get one bag, and Max and I can share it over the next couple of weeks." "Come on, that bag is too big, you'll never finish it!" "You don't want Maxi hooked on Cheetos, do you?"

I finally walked away. And then, at the end of the aisle, I saw them: a box of 100-calorie Cheetos. Oh hell. How could I resist that? Here was yet another product conveniently packaged in small, managable doses that would assauge the guilt brought on by daring to want to eat neon puffy goodness coated in yellow dye no. 5.

I got them. I've shared them with Max. He loves them. I love them.

Sigh.

Bring on the cheesy goodness.