so its week three of twelve.
and I am hungry.
Its cold...
My body wants filling yummy rich tasty food
my body wants to fill up for the winter months
my body wants to stockpile fuel
my mouth wants to eat and eat and eat
my mind argues...
"just give in to it" the inner labrador rebel calls to me...
"stick with it! you can do it" the inner cheer leader counters...
"baaaaaaaah" the inner grump shouts "I bloody want chocolate, is that a crime??"
"you know you will regret it when you stand on the scales" the inner nag directs
"one day won't hurt" whines the inner manipulator
"one day becomes many days all too easily" says the voice of experience...
no wonder it feels exhausting in here!
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