Croissants: my other true love..

In spite of the fact that most people classify me as a "strong woman," is seems that I have, what can only be consisdering "numerous," weaknesses.  Burgers, cheese, a nice italian shoe... you name it.  But one stalwart item on that list is the delicious, comforting flakiness of a croissant. 

Some weekends I even set an alarm so that I make it to my local coffee house before they sell out of their limited number of exceptional ham and cheese croissants (which just happen to be my favorite variety..).

Croissants are lovely.  They pull apart like string cheese (check! another weakness), are savory, buttery, filling (if you eat at least 3), and the perfect way to hold a sandwich together.  Which is precisely why I have to limit my exposure to them.  I have learned that the number of croissants I consume increases exponentially with the number of times that I see croissants available for consumption. 

Easy enough.  If I avoid seeing them, I avoid eating them.  Out of sight, out of mind.

Which is why it is WHOLLY inappropriate that the latest incarnation of the perpetually doomed "cafe" at my gym has started stocking them fresh, on a daily basis in their ridiculous little display case.  As though waking up an hour early to exercise didn't require ENOUGH will power and self control, now I have to fight my pastry addiction on top of it?

It's crap if you ask me. Total, total crap.