𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 π‘΅π’π’˜π’‰π’†π’“π’† 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒂𝒕

Just that lousy taco truck up in the distance. I have a plan for what I eat and I have a plan for when I eat it.

That truck is not in my plan.

We’ve been driving for hours.

I’m hungry and cranky.

There might not be another option.

I could starve before I find somewhere that fits my plan.

I want to pitch a fit and eat a bunch of tacos.

It’s just tortillas, meat, and veggies. What’s so wrong with that?

My lizard brain should have been a litigator. She’s so good at negotiating for her point of view. No wonder she has kept me alive. Yet, I have bigger plans for myself. Plans that feel π•’π•¨π•–π•€π• π•žπ•–.

Welcome to the stage, Lovely PFC (pre-frontal cortex.) I am so glad you’ve joined us. Now I can deliberately get on with this life I love creating.

Yes, I have a plan for what I want to eat to accomplish my goals.

Yes, I don’t use food as entertainment anymore.

Yes, I can easily go hours without eating because I’ve changed my metabolism.

Yes, I hear you lizard brain. And, it’s gonna be OK. I’m keeping us safe. And happy.

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