No, this one isn't like "Oh, crap, I dropped it on the floor, is it okay to eat--?"
Supper's ready, I'm dishing up. Here's my dinky bit of sweet potato or brown rice or corn. It's what, half of what I would've eaten in the "old days."
The devil on my left shoulder says "Go on, have more. You can have more."
Does the angel on my right say "Uh uh uh, don't give in to temptation"?
Once upon a time, she did - and it was very nearly a challenge.
"Oh yeah? Whaddya MEAN I can't have more? I'll show YOU--" And thus was caution thrown to the winds. As well as common sense, reason, healthy eating...
You know what that angel says now?
"Let's try this. You eat that dinky portion and finish your supper. Let it settle for five minutes. Then, if you REALLY want more, you can have it."
Knowing I've given myself permission to have seconds is enough to give me some self-restraint (immature? moi?). And so far (it's been some weeks) I've not yet chosen to have seconds.
Of course, if it were, say, chocolate ice cream instead of rice, I'd knock that goody-two-shoes angel off my right shoulder so hard she'd not make it back until I was licking the bowl.
'ave a good 'un, Sparklers - carpe diem!