Dangerous Streets

I have been very safe running my 5Ks and even walking throughout my town; until now. There are dealers on every corner, and they could thwart my entire plan to be healthy. I am not fooled by their cutsie green outfits and sometimes braided hair; they use their smiles to lure me in, until I am hooked and my bank account is empty. I'm talking about the most sinister gangsters: Girl Scouts of America. The boxes they present outside grocery stores, and even at my favorite orange stand look harmless, even delightful. But when they are opened, my soul is lost to caramel, coconut flakes, chocolate, mint, peanut butter, short bread--the works. I can handle my fresh-baked chocolate chunks any day, but Girl Scout cookie season, the agony! I bought two boxes, "I'll just eat one, it will be my treat." Didn't happen. I tried to "Just say no" time and time again, but they kept beckoning me, and I fell into the snare. So I guess I am kicked out of sugar-rehab until those boxes are in the trash. I have no control over those over-priced delectables, they control me! So, I decided I cannot buy any more. But the little green devils will still be there, watching and waiting...