Junk Food Joy

I'm not really sure how much joy is involved with junk food.

There's the intital "I'm gonna get these _______. I haven't had them in so long!" joy when you run across a particular item you really really like. No love - you really really love them. Or you did when you were 12.

There's the taking it out of the bag at home joy. Do I tear into now or save it for later?

There the opening the package joy. How many do I get? Start with 3 and come back for more or just go ahead and get 6. Or 8.

There's that first wonderful tongue-thrilling taste joy. Oh my gosh. So good. Just like I thought it would be. Yes.

Then comes the regret.

I shoulda only got 3 after all. Now I'm stuffed.

I am so damn fat. And uncomfortable. Was it worth adding to that?

Then the reflux when I go to bed. Not so tasty now, huh?

So...does the joy outweigh (pun intended) the regret?

Well, does it punk?

Yep. Yep it does. Today anyway. I'm gonna go drink my Grapico.