Betrayal

Anyone who knows me very well, knows of my love for TV commercials. Not all of them, but many of them are true works of art. That's why tonight's realization was so painful for me.

Television commercials are undermining my efforts. They are actively working against me. They have betrayed me.

I realized that true to my belief, these little works of art are so very effective. I can go all day without any undue hunger pangs. That is, I'm only hungry when I really should be hungry.

But plop me down in front of the television, within minutes of eating, and suddenly I'm hungry. Or at least my mind tells me I'm hungry. I won't go so far as to say that TV has made me fat, but doubtless some of the blame falls to the devilish geniuses who create those wonderfully tempting ads for food.

Pizza, Chips, wings, burgers, tacos, sugary soft drinks, ice cream, just to name a few. My mouth is salivating even as I'm reminded of the commercials. As if Pavlov rang his little bell.

As much as I enjoy my family time around the television, I may have to seriously curtail my TV, if I am going to make better eating a way of life. If I'm miserable--as I am right now--I won't stick with it.

I'm miserable because my sub-conscience is SCREAMING: "EAT!!!" But my logic is saying: "You can't be hungry, you just ate a good dinner. In fact, you may even have eaten a bit too much. So, you can't be hungry." EAT!!! No, you're not hungry...EAT...No...EAT...No.

Tonight, the "No" won, but it is not pleasant. I've been betrayed by what I love. That isn't pleasant either. I want to drowned my sorrows in Extreme Chocolate Moose Tracks ice cream. That has always made me feel better. But alas, I can not.

Et tu, Brute?