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I have been wanting to eat something bad for me all day. But, I haven't given in. When I was studying in Uncle Joe's, though, I was watching this guy eat a gigantic muffin. And my first reaction: well, honestly, I was mad. I mean it was 10 o'clock at night. And, he's eating a muffin! I wasn't mad because I don't think that people should eat muffins; rather, I was mad because
I want to eat muffins. And not just muffins, but cinnamon rolls and chocolate cake. And garlic bread and even, maybe, some lasagna. I am amazed at people's abilities to eat whatever they want, whenever they want it. This amazement stems more from superficial, non health-related reasons. Of course I am very aware of the detriments to one's physical health due to eating muffins all day, but I am also (very, very) aware of the detriments to one's
psychological health of avoiding such decadences. And, on a superficial level, I sometimes wish that either 1. I could be one of those people who could eat whatever they wanted without changing or 2. That I didn’t really care. Unfortunately, I fail miserably at both. And, that, in fact, is why I was mesmerized—in anger—at the man’s eating of the muffin at 10 o’clock this evening.