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When it comes to food, Tigger and I should have known we weren’t cut out for moderation.  We should have, but we didn’t.

Naively overconfident in our new found ability to apply the art of moderation to some aspects of daily life, we put ourselves in a precarious position.

We allowed ourselves to be lured into a ‘buy one get one free’ sale on Reese’s peanut butter cups and decided to take the opportunity to stock up on one of our favorite snacks.

We were quite pleased with ourselves that night.  We exercised the art of moderation and limited ourselves to only 4 peanut butter cups.

Hey, everybody has a different definition of moderation! For me and Tigger, 4 peanut butter cups IS moderation!

Besides, Tigger and I really like the way the coloring on the Reese’s peanut butter cup wrappers so closely resembles Tigger’s coloring.  It’s like Reese’s peanut butter cups and Tigger were meant for each other!

Regrettably, our success in moderation that night gave us a false sense of confidence in our ability.

The next night, after a long, hard day of work, we thought we’d try our hand at moderation with another of our favorite foods – pizza.  Pizza with red onions, garlic, feta cheese, sausage and chicken.   It felt a bit risky, but surely we were capable of repeating our success of the night before, right?

The tiny snag was, we still had a large supply of peanut butter cups left.  The orange and yellow wrappers kept calling out to us as we ate (well, voraciously inhaled) pizza with our feet toasting themselves in front of the fireplace.

We reveled in every mouth watering bite of pizza.  But we had to admit, it just didn’t resonate with us the way the peanut butter cups – of which we had an abundant supply – did.

Not to mention that there is something extra enjoyable about nibbling a Reese’s peanut butter cup in front of the fireplace.

Think about it.  The crackling, sparkling fire emits an orange red glow.  The intense heat causes the feet to become, well, sort of orange red.  You know, orange, which is the color of peanut butter cup wrappers.  And the color of Tigger.

We did hesitate, and we do request credit for that hesitation.  But then Casey-logic kicked in.  Casey-logic told us that we’d already ingested so many calories from the pizza that a few more from the peanut butter cups really wouldn’t make a big difference in the scheme of things.

Besides, it wasn’t our fault.  Tigger and I only bought the peanut butter cups under the greatest of duress – we’d been blackmailed by my brain.  We’d had no choice.

So we gleefully tossed moderation onto the fire and devoured an unmentionable number of peanut butter cups.

You’d probably expect me to say something about how I woke up the next morning and regretted the debauchery.  But I’m not going to lie.  We had a feast of pizza and peanut butter cups, we loved every minute of it and we have to admit, we don’t have any regrets.

Because moderation is a laudable goal, and Tigger and I plan to be moderate in moderation 🙂

Besides, nothing that a good week of hard rolling shouldn’t be able to burn off!




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