The maraschino cherry was always my favorite part of the drink. Maybe because there’s only one.
But when I purchased a jar of maraschino cherries at the supermarket, they were no longer scarce. I started putting two — sometimes three — on top of my nightly desserts.
It soon became clear that my sweets consumption was out of control. The scale was creeping upwards. Clothing was shrinking.
So I tried something counterintuitive: I replaced nightly dessert with one cherry.
Instead of the topping, it became the dessert itself.
Would you know, it worked. I stopped buying sweets at the store, and I gradually grew tired of the cherries.
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