What's it to You?

I simply couldn't help myself:

As I drove by my favorite little,
tucked away shop on the corner of Main Street,
my diet didn't matter anymore.

All I could bare was the thought
of the "Special Dozen" advertised on Skippy's sign
in all of its plastic, black-lettered glory.

When I pulled through the drive thru,
I ordered the dozen so quickly that
my saliva glands actually squirted, painfully,
at the back of my mouth.

Yes, ok. I ate two before I left the parking lot.
Crisp, clean, fresh
baby carrots are a secret indulgent
I refuse to live without.
They make my eyes roll into the back of my head.
And I never want to share. Never.
It takes all of my will power not to eat the whole box
in one sitting.