Every night at some point, the point long-past dinner and a reasonable snack time, I want to eat.
But I don't want to eat because I know that it's not in the best interest of my health and weight management goals.
Knowing the right thing to do or not do does not remove temptation, as we know. So every night, I have this talk both inside and outside of my head that goes something like this:
"Wow. I'm hungry. I'd sure like to eat something."
Jorge does not answer. He has been down this path before.
"Can't believe I want to eat something this late. There's no way I should be hungry, but I just keep wanting to eat."
As I make my way to the kitchen, I say, "Ack. I shouldn't do this, should I?"
This is a move which puts him on the spot; I'm requesting a response.
"What should I have? Or not have?"
Beads of sweat appear on his brow.
"I know you think I shouldn't be doing this." [Total projection of my feelings onto him.] "Don't try to stop me. You don't know how I feel."
"OK, stop me. Tell me I shouldn't."
He shakes in his pirate boots.
Ok, we don't wear pirate clothes, but we should because we're very similar to this clip from Hook, featuring Dustin Hoffman as me, and Mr. Smee as Jorge. Behold the dynamics of my late night snacking frenzy, which is why I often add to my crazy kitchen conversation, "Stop me, Smee":