What you see before you is what I came into this morning at work. A spattering of candy bars brought to me by my oh-so-sweet British co-worker who just returned from a trip to London. Before she left she asked what I wanted, and I reminisced about how when I lived in London my favorite thing (well one of them) were all the Cadbury vending machines in Tube stops. I told her like beer, the chocolate was just better over there. And so she brought me back these pretty little babies just begging to turn into fat on my thighs. I had a couple of Smarties but they kind of made me feel like I was eating medicine so I gave the rest to my Canadian friend who I know loves them. And than, at around 3pm today I opened the BOOST bar. Oh my god. It was good. Really good. Crunchy and gooey with a chocolate log type thing in the middle. I had resigned to just having a bite or two, but I don't think I've ever had a candy bar that good. So I ate it all. Except for the last bite, which I threw in the garbage, as if that could negate all of the calories and fat I had just consumed.
If you ever meet a BOOST bar I suggest you eat it.
I'm going to the gym now.