Every day at lunch my brain tells me to walk to Yogurtland and get a treat. I deserve it, or just this once, or it’s ok there isn’t much sugar or calories. I tell myself a story and I believe it.
Every day my brain says “hard boundaries”.
It happened again today. I had reflexively started walking south and started with the familiar dialog. After 50 yards of walking and talking to myself, I turned around and headed back north, toward work. Got a black coffee instead.
Win.
Hard boundaries.