Back to that time that makes or breaks a diet again. The old standbys are getting old. Green grapes are good... but...
So I am out of points, and there is ice cream in the fridge. Why is it there? Someone (not me) brought it home and left it here in case that person with exceptional self control wanted some at an unspecified later date. Which means I have to look at it every time I get into the freezer for an ice cube, or whatever else is in there. How long has it been in there beckoning me? Unknown, but it has been a while. How long will it last? Indefinite... If I eat it, it won't last very long. Then comes the whining. ("What happened to the ice cream") You brought it home and I ate it, that's what. But it isn't happening today. Today I will feed it to the kids. I guess there is more than one way to get a job done.
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