Confession
Rian is beginning to believe that a good half of my life is built around battle with Self.
I dearly, dearly want an unhealthy snack - chocolate! Salt! Flour! Pizza? - but shall not allow that weakness to flower.
Prove to my Self a point, a point. Rian is always correct, and Rian is always in control.
I dearly, dearly want an unhealthy snack - chocolate! Salt! Flour! Pizza? - but shall not allow that weakness to flower.
Prove to my Self a point, a point. Rian is always correct, and Rian is always in control.
posted by La Tulipe | 1:51 PM
6 Comments:
All things in moderation. There is no need to obsess about what one eats unless one needs to lose or gain weight or is suffering from lack of decent balanced nutrition, or has a medical issue that requiires it.
Why declare a moratorium on a thing one enjoys for no solid reason? Self-deprivation for Lent, perhaps? Fasting for Ramadan? Why prove a point about control? To be controlled for a PURPOSE, yes. Just to prove will, though....
Life is lovely, enjoy it.
*eats a Limited Edition Nestle's butter pecan treasure... then another*
TIS with a purpose, stone.
Niyama. Self purification. Objective goal reaching. One assumes the end will be worth the means, although one must take that one Faith, yes?
Faith does not, however, make the lack of Nestle easier.
Rian likes control. Why does that not seem like a shock? Should I feel guilty if air mailed Junior Mints can break that control?
Control can go too far. I wouldn't be obsessive about it, Rian. That way leads to danger.
Hmm. Rian enjoys SELF control, yes, Mater. But I do not much care to manage the rest of the wild world.
Go on, have a Timtam.
I of course, possess no self control.
Works for me. *g*
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