The Enemy

It's hard to lose weight when you get to be my age.    

I need to learn how to recognize and have the 
willpower to resist the enemy. 

They look sweet and innocent.  
But they are pushers.  


The enemy used to be easy to recognize because
 of their attire.


  But now there are unmarked uniforms involved a.k.a. grandparents, aunts, uncles, and yes...  
even mom's and dad's.   

This is not my fault. 


 I didn't order them.  Hubby ordered them from...  ahem...  a grandparent.


  You can't trust anyone these days. 

Someone needs to be held accountable.