So, I am on a diet. This basically means I still eat what I want; I just fell guilty shortly after. The problem stems from how food makes me feel. I love food.
I was watching Hook the other day. I noticed the look on the two kids faces when their dad Peter Pan comes to save them. That is roughly the feeling I get walking into a Chipotle. I have the same feelings of happiness that an eight year-old does when his estranged father comes literally flying into defeat a mass murderer with a sword made of gold. This is the emotional connection to food I am fighting here people.
That is all for now. Just thought I would get that out in the open.
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