I've fallen off the wagon. And when I say "fell" I mean I fell off the wagon, dragged behind the wagon for a while and landed in the mud in which I am now wallowing. In the past two days I have had four hazelnut lattes and man. This stuff is good. I think my attempt to quit has intensified the addiction.
I have to say, I don't even feel guilty. I'm not guilty because I know I can quit for at least a week if I had to. Baby steps. But since it appears this once a week thing makes me savor the latte even more, I think I'm going make this a thing.
Well, I'm going to go savor. It's my last one until next week(ish).