I can't believe how many M&M's I just ate. I had tried not to let it come to this. When my brain was asking for something sweet, I had some juice with my morning snack.
Brain: "Not even close. C'mon give me something else."
Me: "You'll have to wait until later. I'm watching my carb intake."
Later, my brain was still nagging me for something sweet. So I cut up strawberries and had yogurt and granola. Very sweet, very yum. But was Brain satisfied?
Brain: "That was good."
Me: "I'm glad you liked it."
Brain: "What else you got that's sweet?"
Me: "What? I just gave you one of your favorites. It's the perfect amount of sweet without making Stomach feel sick."
Brain: "That's not gonna do it. I need something REALLY sweet."
I tried to ignore Brain. I went for a walk to the bank. I drank some water. I watched some TV, but all the time, there was an unsatisfied part of me, tugging at my nerve-endings like a spoiled child that wants a candy bar throwing a tantrum in the check-out line at a grocery store.
"Fine!" I thought as I reached for the bag hidden in the back of the cabinet. You could say I was giving in, but in another way, I was hatching my diabolical revenge. I knew I would feel sick afterward. That was sort of the point. I had to stop the incessant nagging of the craving somehow, and almost like a parent catching his/her teen smoking and forcing the kid to smoke the whole pack, I force-fed myself a sickening number of M&M's.
Mission accomplished. Brain is now rocking back and forth in a corner, so remorseful that it ever even asked for candy in the first place, that it won't make that same mistake for a good long while.