So I'm a swimmer, and by a swimmer, I don't mean someone who goes to the pool to have fun or cool off. I mean someone who swims a strenuous fourteen hours a week workout, and then does another four-and-a-half hours of dry land training. And then skips dessert eleven out of the twelve months of the year... or at least, that's how it's supposed to be...

I was home alone one day for a few hours, I had already finished my homework, already been on the computer for a while, so I was just chilling and listening to some music from my phone. Well, that's when it kicked in -- you know, that enormous appetite for sugar?

Well, I fought the temptation with an apple... well, I tried to anyway, but I wanted something really satisfying. So I ate sugared cereal (lucky charms). Still, the temptation prevailed. Suddenly, my eyes flashed to the bag of cookies on the counter, "Just one." I told myself, but one wasn't enough, nor three, or four, or five, six and seven went...