a horse with two names

earlier today, while riding side saddle across the box-strewn living room atop my pity-pony, I was jonesing for some Barbara's Cheese-Bakes and a nice, hoppy, IPA (Snoqualmie Brewing's Wildcat would be the one). The good news is that I did not ride said pony down to the co-op, but rather, did a kind of graceful dismount and had a big bowl of Nature's Path Puffed Corn with Vanilla soy milk. Yes, it would have been far more virtuous not to cave in to emotional eating, but I'm giving myself a little break here, because this business of packing and moving, it's tweaking me, and, well, I've opted to make better choices rather than deny myself my food-crutch entirely.

Compromise, the distant cousin to both Denial and Virtue.