The Jordan Almonds Are All Mine

As a rule, I don't buy cookies, candy, or chips because I don't want the lure of having them in the house when I am hungry. I mean really, when I need a quick snack to fill that pit in my stomach and all I have is an apple and a moldy orange, I'm going to eat the apple. Yay me. It's the small steps.

But I do have a snack drawer. I'm not sure if DG even knows that it exists. Right now, in the snack drawer, there is half a bag of walnuts, dried cranberries, 2 Odwalla bars, one dark chocolate ghiradelli bar, some yellow corn for air popping and a few sugary pieces of broken Jordan almonds.

Yes Jordan almonds. When DG and I were planning the wedding, we would take trips to Michael's in search of DIY inspiration. One day, DG spotted a bag of Jordan Almonds, a traditional wedding favor and he threw it in our cart. Hence began our love of the Jordan Almond. That first day, we almost devoured the entire bag on our drive home.

This past week-end, while at Michael's getting knitting supplies, DG snuck in a bag. During the ride home, I tried to limit us to 9, the stated serving size. All this aided in doing was save the entire bag for me to eat by myself now that DG is gone. I can't stop eating them. DG nothing, me 3lbs.