There’s no sadder form of failure, to me, than giving into food cravings.
Imagine you want to change your diet. Deep down, this feels right for you, right now.
You do your research, and decide that it’s not only healthy, but ideal, to eat this way.
You do the work to get your spouse on board. They’re little hesitant, but supportive. Up for giving it a try, for you.
All the pieces are in place, and so you begin.
It all goes perfectly, until one day you hit a snag: you get out of work late, your car breaks down, you have an argument with a friend.
And visions of cheeseburgers start dancing in your head.