We attended a meeting tonight where they served pizza to those in attendance. I passed on having any because I wasn't hungry. There was a time when it wouldn't have mattered whether I was already full or not, I would have eaten at least one slice (and probably more) because I love pizza.
I'm very pleased that I held strong, but I'm afraid to pat myself on the back, because then my hands aren't free to catch my fall. I know I need to be on guard continually.
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