Desire, indulgent, pleasure, why have these tiny words become such bad unspoken phrases? I have lived off of a strict bread and no fun diet for a lonnnggggg time. A real long time. I figured if I restrict pleasure I will have a big grand life. Now, where in the world does that even make sense?
If you take away fun, you become smaller… But for some God forsaken reason something switch in my brain, and I believed for years that its best not to indulge. In anything. And I am not alone.
How many times do woman pass up dessert when out for dinner? Or let others go before them when they were the first in line. Worse of how many people have passed up a great, once-in-a-lifetime event that they have been dreaming about for years, just because they have to work late.
I have been a victim of excusing myself from what I truly want. Making up excuses as for why I shouldn’t, why I can’t, why I ought to never think about it. I got to the point I gave up sweets in itself because I didn’t figure I should have anything that tasty. Was I ever wrong…