Mr. not-so-Goodbar

After eating all the food I had brought with me to work today I became fixated on wanting something chocolate. I could not stop thinking about it. I scrounged through my purse for change for the vending machine (my long, lost friend) and found myself standing in front of it weighing a number of terrible options.

What I really wanted was Peanut M&Ms. Peanut M&Ms are like crack for me. I could eat the sort of bag you use to fill a candy dispenser in one sitting and think nothing of it. Once I have one I just want more. So - I skipped the M&Ms and chose a delicious, peanut-filled Mr. Goodbar. It was $1.00 but I probably would have paid $100  for it in the moment. 

It was good. And 17 grams of fat. SEVENTEEN. That is bananas (34 bananas, actually).