The night I ate too much Chinese food, I called my husband over and told him, "I ate too much Chinese."
He replied, "So? I got it for you as a treat."
"It was so good, I ate too much."
"So, I feel like I've blown it. I feel like I might as well forget about it all and just eat whatever I want."
"That's just an excuse to give up."
"But what do I do?"
He looked at me like I was from another planet.
"No, seriously, I don't know what to do. I blew it. I'm a failure."
And then he said, "Why don't you just eat less tomorrow?"
"Why don't you just eat half or something of whatever you eat tomorrow."
"Is that all? Is it that simple?"
and so it was.
(PS: dental work helps.)