At around 1850 today, I had a sudden craving for apples over chips, cookies or ice cream. This rarely ever happens so I headed to the commissary immediately. But I forgot that the commissary has the strangest store hours and it was closed by the time I arrived at 1900.
Sure, I could have headed to another grocery store fifteen minutes away, but the sun had set and I don't go out into Killeen alone when it is dark out, like Will Smith's character in "I Am Legend".
So I took it as a sign that the world does not want me to diet and I ate some