So My Manager Ordered Pizza.

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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?

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– Danielle

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