Here on www.CookiesbyDave.com we previous discussed my body’s efforts to resist doughnut related temptations.  Well sure enough, it happened again.  Yesterday’s victim, beer.

Giddy to try some tasty new local brew.  I grabbed the growler and anticipated beer goodness that would soon quench my pallet.  I cupped my fingers around the lid and turned.  I should clarify, my fingers turned, but the lid did not.  No give.

I bucked up, grabbed again, attempted the turn, and nothing.  Again.

Feeling a tad emasculated, I tried one final time.  I grunted, I groaned, and yes, I even growled.  Nothing.  My body had determined a new way to resist vices.  Not showing up.  Dietary passive resistance.  No strength, no treats.  Bam!  Problem solved.  Put one in the win column for “Wimpy Defense.”