Time to Boil Some Chicken

I've tried to get on this health kick for the ten millionth time in my life. Usually these diets end with me sitting on the floor twitching while I reach for a bag of sun chips and the powder from a doughnut laces my mouth. Then it ends with me ending up at a weird party and getting paid to eat doughnuts and possibly injecting jelly straight into my veins where I end up getting my arm amputated.

...or that could have been someone else.

The point is, my stupid sweet tooth really just needs to be ripped out of my mouth to motivate me to eat "better." (Since it's not like I'm scarfing down ten McBetes every day, mostly I just cave to sugar)

I even updated Beth the other day while I was waiting for some chicken to boil so that I didn't just shove Junior Mints into my mouth. Because a diet isn't a diet unless everyone knows about it. 

10:18: I'm waiting for my chicken to boil

10:19: I found some cake

10:19: I found whipped cream

10:20: I ate them both together

10:20: Don't worry, I looked at an apple

10:21: I'm balancing whipped cream on a fork

10:21: I'm balancing whipped cream and cake in my stomach

10:21: Whipped cream is just as good out of the container

Does anyone know how to locate your sweet tooth/cover chicken in chocolate?