The closest thing I’ve had to a personal trainer is the ice cream truck that drove past my house.

The toughest part of a diet isn’t watching what you eat. It’s watching what other people eat.

I can resist everything except temptation.

Whenever I’m willing to sell my soul, there’s usually food involved.

Gonna finish eating all these Christmas cookies so I’m no longer tempted to eat them.

A chocolate advent calendar is a test of restraint that I simply do not have.

“This isn’t going to end well for you.” Me, alone in the house, to the cake on the counter.

You want me to go apple picking? The original sin?

A piece of chocolate contains just enough energy to take another one.

When I see chocolate, I hear two voices inside me. One says: “Eat it!”. The other says: “Did you hear that? You’re supposed to eat it!”

I don’t like the person I become when I’m alone in the break room with a box of donuts.

Me before grocery shopping: only healthy foods, no impulse buys, I can do this. Me during grocery shopping: they make chocolate filled marshmallows?

If you don’t buy any snacks, you’re proud for a moment and then incredibly sad.

My 3 weeks without sweets were over after 12 hours. Proof that time runs faster with increasing age.

“Out of sight, out of mind” doesn’t work for donuts.

Telling a child not to touch something only ensures that child is definitely now going to touch that something.

Accidentally made eye contact with the sweets at the grocery store and now have to declare bankruptcy.

I need to eat healthier but donuts exist.

Imagine being all knowing and still putting a snake in charge of apples.

Only thing sexier than a bad decisions is a bad decision with queso.

Dear resealable chocolate bag, your confidence in my self-control was truly inspiring. And you were delicious.

Today I bought a doughnut without sprinkles. This diet thing is hard.

My goal was to look good in a bikini this summer, but the call of the barbecue is stronger.