I can handle my peanut butter

I LOVE me some peanut butter.

It’s oh so tasty.

When I wake up in the middle of the night…

if there is any peanut butter in the house…

there’s a possibility that I’m going to have a taste!

Peanut butter is not very good for me…

and I really enjoy peanut butter…

so peanut butter and I are bad news together.

The best idea, for me, because of my weakness, is not to have any peanut butter around.

That way I won’t be tempted to indulge.

I can try to convince myself, and the other people around me, that I can handle my peanut butter…

but the truth of the matter is this: If there is peanut butter around, sooner or later, I’m going to have some.

It may not be tonight…

or even tomorrow…

but sooner or later…

if there is some peanut butter around…

I’m going to have to have me some.

So can I really handle my peanut butter?

Is that really the issue here?

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s my ego, my pride that would be bruised by not having the peanut butter in the house.

What’s there to prove really?

That I can handle my peanut butter… or that my ego is bigger than me.

Is there any peanut butter in your life?