As we age and near death, our habits change. Our bodies adapt. We learn that the fittest survive and thus we ought to eat fruits and vegetables, no matter what we really think of their grossness agenda. We learn to study, else we'd never pass tests, move on to the next grade, and get fulfilling jobs like research assisting. And we learn to blog using the 'royal we' to give credence to our statements. It's taken years of discipline to get to this point, with so much work still to be done, but my body has decided to rebel. More specifically, I've relapsed- my body has had a taste of what it has been deprived of for so long, and now it can't wait to go back. There were the chicken nuggets two months ago. And this morning, I played a game of Snake. Now all I want to do is sit in my bed, tray of chicken nuggets on one side (ranch, BBQ, honey dijon, and of course, ketchup for dipping), a cup of Mountain Dew in front of me, and play Snake. Over and over again. Followed by Tetris. (I have no patience for Pong) It is taking every ounce of self restraint I have to be working right now, sipping tea, and sitting obediently in front of my screen. Soul. So. Full. Of. Anguish.
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