Not because this is my breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Or because I can't have Diet Coke.
Those are hard, hard things.
But I can bear them.
On the other hand, opening a message from my husband* to find this?
Just plain cruel. He's an evil man**.
* Via text, accompanied by the phrase (and I quote here) "MMMMM!"
Just to rub it in, this arrived 30 seconds later:
** Of course, according to him, I'm a fad-following ditz who should just bake a few less cookies and exercise more.