Maggie just wanted one breadstick from Fazoli's. As per or agreement last week, we were to be dilligent in allowing eachother access to that which we "want" more than we "need". She asked my permission and I promptly denied her. Understandably, she got pissed at me. I attempted to rationalize with her, but I could see that wasn't going anywhere for the moment. I know that she'll cool her jets and understand my point eventually.
This is going to be tough battle. Especially when we get to the point where we realize we haven't had junk food in a month and the craving for Chili-Cheese Burrito will have reached fever pitch. But thats all it is, a craving. I do not need a Chili-Cheese Burrito to live. I really really want to eat one because they taste so fucking good, but it will provide me with little more than the momentary satisfaction of warm spicy cheese sliding down my gullett. It will provide me no added nutrition. The pangs of hunger are there telling me that my stomach is empty. Since I am a large statured man, I must understand that my stomach is very stretched out. So the amount of food I "need" versus the amount of food I "want" (no matter how delicious said food is) will often never ever meet.
So cheer up Mag, it's a long hard road out of hell.
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