Sunday, October 31, 2010
It starts with a thought either your own or put there by an external source. Someone walks by you with pizza and you think man I love pizza, then you start thinking but I really love breakfast pizza...mmm breakfast pizza. Your shift at work is over you're on your way home...mmm breakfast pizza says a nagging voice in your head. You think well I could just get one slice at Casey's on the way home one slice won't be that bad...but I have been doing okay on my diet, no, no straight home you finally reason. You get home let the dogs out...but it's breakfast pizza says the voice again..mmm breakfast pizza, no I'm home that would involve a trip to the store, well I do need some face wash and I could get one that I could cook at home, no, no we know where that leads a whole pizza in the belly and the ensuing misery. Cereal it is, down goes the cereal and now...stomach still feels empty inside, do I have another bowl, how many bowls would it take to satisfy a craving for breakfast pizza. Reason takes over, go to the Casey's get one, ONE, slice. It is the only way that the monster seems willing to rest...mmm breakfast pizza. Keys in the ignition, on my way, getting the slice of guilty pleasure, yes I did it I ate it I enjoyed it, one slice, ONE only, it did tame the emptiness, but why can't I crave apples...mmm breakfast pizza. I did track it damage was actually minimal and salvageable, but these cravings have got to stop winning.