Junk Food Junkie

Do any of you remember the commercial back when we were younger where the guy was running down the street panting and you thought that he was just out for his morning exercise only to find out that he was running from a cop and the little boy's voice in the background said.."When I grow up, I want to be a Junkie". We used to have so many of those drug commercials like the, "This is you brain...this is your brain on drugs...Any questions?" Whatever happened to all those commercials? Shawn and I actually called the cops the other day to report 2 teenage boys driving around on 116th street smoking a joint in their car. LOL! They must have never seen the commercials. I hope they get the butts busted.
Well, to my point, I never said growing up I want to be a Junkie but somehow I ended up doing so. Although it isn't drugs it is sometimes a drug to me. I caught myself the other day saying I NEEDED something to comfort me during my time of the month and guess what I wanted. Chocolate!!! (Need is such a strong word.)Well, instead of chocolate I got a Cappachino loaded with at least 500 calories in it. OK, let me just be honest. I wanted the whole 24 ounce cup of Cappachino but I didn't want to look like a pig so I actually bought two 16 ounce cups as if I were going to give someone the other one. (Total 32 ounces...would have just been better to get the 24) Who would that be, the little man in my junkie brain telling me I needed it. After the incident of giving into the "drugs" I knew that I needed to work my butt off to burn off those extra calories. Why is it we always realize this after we already do what we shouldn't have. If I had just not drank the cappachino I wouldn't have had to spend the next 45 min running on a treadmill to work it off. (which my shins are still hurting from today!)
With that said, I am giving up the drugs. I am coming clean and I need each of you to keep me accountable for it. I don't want to be a Junk Food Junkie anymore. I need ideas 0f things to do when my brain is telling me I "need" something sweet. I always tell Shawn I have a sweet tooth and if it doesn't quit acting up I am going to have to just pull the darn thing out. So, at the risk of me actually looking like I belong living in the country missing teeth...HELP!!! What are some ideas that each of you do to keep yourself away from the temptations?