delayed gratification



I think the delayed gratification is my major problem-as far as food.
I can knit forever until I have a pair of socks.
I can slowly add pieces until I have a king-sized quilt.
I can sew each individual seam without rushing until I have a blouse. I
even suffered through every required class until I had two degrees and three teaching certificates (and the continued yearly newly-invented BS to keep those teaching permissions).
I don't resent each stitch. I just do it.
But I seem to resent every time I decide I shouldn't have that biscuit, or that ice cream. And then I say, "Well, this once won't hurt. " But it does.

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