I need to come clean.

I didn’t mean to overindulge. Honest.

No one ever wakes up and says,
“Today feels like a ten–Reese’s kind of day.”

And yet… here we are.

It started with coffee.

Because coffee is the gateway.

Coffee whispers things like,
“You deserve a little treat.”
“It’s basically breakfast.”
“Chocolate pairs beautifully with me.”

And who am I to argue with a dark-roasted philosopher?

Breakfast? Responsible. Balanced.
Adulting achieved.
Protein was present.
Dignity intact.

Then coffee entered the chat.

Suddenly a full dozen mini chocolate gem donuts weren’t indulgent —
they were companions.

You can’t let coffee sit there alone. That’s rude.

Half a cup of milk?
Please.

We were building a latte ecosystem.

And then…

The caffeine kicked in like a motivational speaker with no boundaries.

Somewhere between sip three and the final donut crumb,
my brain leaned forward and said:

Do it.

Enter: Ten Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

Ten.

A full decimal.

And not the regular ones.
No.
The Big ones.

Did I unwrap them slowly?
Did I pace myself?
Did I pretend I was “just having one”?

Not a chance.

This was not snacking.

This was synchronized consumption.

Coffee on one side. Peanut butter cup on the other.
Like I was conducting a symphony of sugar.

Sip. Bite. Sip. Bite.

Caffeine applauding every decision like,
“Yes. Live boldly.”

And here’s the audacity —
they were magnificent.

I regret nothing.

Except perhaps not lighting a candle to set the mood.

Now they’re all sitting in my stomach like,
“Congratulations. We’ve unionized.”

Two Tums have been deployed as diplomatic negotiators.

And coffee?

Coffee has vanished.
Nowhere to be found.
Not returning my calls.

Classic toxic relationship.

Let the record show:
This was not emotional eating.

This was caffeinated overachievement.

Some people microdose productivity.

I apparently macro-dose peanut butter.

Tomorrow we recalibrate.

But today?

Today we honored the bean.

And the bean led us astray.

And if anyone asks?
I will deny everything.

But the orange wrappers know the truth.

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