I am not entitled.
It does matter.
I do not deserve it.
I will regret it.
Every little thing, every bite, each small snack, every last nibble, taste, morsel.
They all add up to the muffin top that resides on my waist. They add up to the jiggle in my thighs. To the turkey gobblers that reside under my arms.
Even more importantly though - they add up to my shame of my body, to my self loathing, to my non-existent self esteem.
They last so much longer than the two seconds of savoring the taste.
So then, why do I do it???