It’s cheese. Cheese pizza is my favorite. And it’s so close to me, just sitting there, being delicious.
But I’m not going to eat it. I ate before I got here. I’m not hungry. I don’t need it.
The problem is convincing myself that that last sentence is true.
I don’t need it. I want it. But, I don’t need it.
So I’ll sit in my car on break, drink my diet shake and try to ignore the pizza in the back.
Does this count as a small victory?