I am proud to report that my ban against coffee and sweets is going quite well. In fact, I've actually dropped some fat from my mid-section, and my pants are feeling much better now.

So it's a little odd that as I write this I sit in a Panera drinking a steaming mug of decafe and munching a chocolate-chip cookie. This isn't hypocrisy, it's just allowing me to be me. I like sweets, and I will have them when I want them. I'm just lucky in that most times I'm able to not want them more than I want a fat belly. Today I didn't feel like having that debate.

Not a thinking error or rationalization; just an acceptance.

So that's how things are going here. Hire me.