Why did I eat those cookies (ugh) — and those chocolate covered malted milk balls (yuk)?
They were there. That's why.
Yes, I had thought about throwing them away.
I thought about it last week, and the week before, and the week before that.
Okay. Then, if I am so unhappy about eating the sweets, why didn't I throw them away?
For that matter, why don't I throw away all the junk in those boxes in the attic?
Wait a minute. Junk in boxes. Sweets in the garage. That's not the same thing.
Wait a minute again. Maybe it IS the same thing.
I keep the junk because I think that someday I will be able to use those things.
Do I keep the sweets because I think that someday I will be able to eat those things?
If I'm honest, the answer is yes.
So, why don’t I become more honest?
Why don't I admit that I'm saving the sweets so that one day, when I have a craving, they will be there for me to eat — and then I can feel terrible about it.
Wait a minute. Being that honest makes me feel uncomfortable.
But, you know what? Feeling uncomfortable when I go to buy those sweets might just do the trick.
Wouldn't it be great to have a button to push — with a wire into my brain — when I'm perusing the sweets at Ralphs, so that when pushed, it would make me feel as uncomfortable as I felt after eating those sweets.
Any suggestions? Any buttons?
You can also talk to me via my email at robertebsen@hotmail.com
