It's 11:57 p.m. Sunday. I'm combing through a bunch of emails and I keep resisting the urge to go to the kitchen. 

I want a piece of leftover chicken.

But I'm not physically hungry. I just ate a little snack cup of peaches packed in juice, like 5 minutes ago.

All I can think of is the chicken.

But then I watch a clip from an exercise DVD and I see people doing moves that I want to do.

"You could probably do them if you were thinner," I think to myself.

I talk myself out of eating anything more and grab for the water bottle next to my computer.

And, scene.

(... and bed.)