Itâ€™s back! Well, kind of.
The Husband and I went through a Panda Puffs cereal phase this past Fall. We tore through two boxes of the kidsâ€™ cereal a week. I ate it with milk, I ate it with yogurt, I ate it plain, I ate as part of homemade trail mixes.
I swear, I thought I was going to turn into a giant Panda Puff.
And thenâ€¦ one dayâ€¦ the thought of eating one more peanut butter flavored puff made me want to hurl. We went off the Puffs cold turkey. Until the Husband recently bought a box.
Does it have the same appeal? Honestly, no. Iâ€™m still not over my self-induced puff aversion.
I feel this way about White Russians. I got sick off of the cream and vodka combination once and have never let a drop pass my lips since. I shudder just to think of it!
I also do this with music â€“ I listen to the same song over and over again until the Husband begs me to put something else â€“ anything else! â€“ on. Currently, Iâ€™m replaying the new Katy Perry song over and over. Good workout jam.
Hey â€“ at least I know what I like. Until I donâ€™t like it anymore, of course.