There it was. Starbuck's and the sign advertising my newest temptation--the Iced Orange Mocha. I wanted one so badly that I could taste it on my lips. I could imagine its icy, smooth, orangey sweetness quenching the thirst I had built up during my whirlwind shopping excursion.
Then it hit me. I have to weigh in Tuesday morning. And the cookout with our church group is tomorrow night with a bounty of yummy food guaranteed. How bad do I want that drink?
Pretty bad.
What's one little iced orange mocha gonna matter? Alot, I concluded.
So, I walked on by. A small victory...but a victory indeed.
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