Twinkies.

I miss twinkies. Frozen twinkies. Little sponge cake landmines filled with cream goo. I miss finding mom's secret stash of hostess products. Most of them have unfortunate names that are no longer politically acceptable, but still delicious nonetheless.

Not having twinkies is my fault. 

No one else's. 

Choosing to take some moral highway of self-depravation that will theoretically be rewarding.

But I have replaced the twinkies with a one pound bag of M&M's. 

Denied the twinkies because I am above that.

Embraced the M&M's because... because... because they are littler?

Playing mind games with myself hurts.

But I enjoy the company.