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Hello Carole Ann,
You know, sometimes we do things behind our own backs.
I eat behind my own back.
Not in a Cirque du Soleil-kind of contortion but it’s a snarfing of the end of the French loaf; it’s a couple of “invisible” slices of cheese-to-mouth power moves before adding them to a sandwich or dish.
This, I reason, doesn’t count.
It doesn’t “count” because it’s not on a plate or an official part of the meal so it’s not real food. The scales shout otherwise.
Funny old thing self-deception. You are both victim and perp at the same time and neither of you is putting your hands up and admitting guilt. I call them micro self-harms or mini saboteurs that snatch our energy or compromise our potential.
Perhaps when we committed these crimes against ourselves - (“It was an inside job, guvner!” - we were alerted to the fact with some kind of prod to the cranium, we may think twice about giving them parole.
So secretly we sabotage and get in our own way and it stealthily thieves our energy and potential.
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