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My new game is to never finish a meal. Today I was eating a Big Smooth sandwich from the worst named sandwich shop in Seattle and I realized that I was really not that hungry. In fact, becoming painfully full. So I sat back in the sunken booth and tried to wait a few minutes for the realization to sink in that I didn't need to finish the sandwich. Before I could blink my eyes, I realized that I had the sandwich in my hands and I was putting it in my mouth! What? Wha? Who made me do that?! I looked around. Everyone else looked back, shrugging their shoulders, and some even muttered, "It wasn't me." Bastards. I scowled and put the sandwich back down and sat on my hands. I told myself to look out the window, take a picture with my phone, breeeathe...:



Next thing I knew, the sandwich was gone. My stomach bulged guiltily with evidence and I could still taste the creamy avocado on my traitorous tongue. Something had made me eat that sandwich until it was all gone. Now that it was gone, though, whatever strange compelling force that had possessed me was no longer there for interrogation. It didn't even try to make me eat the pickle. Why not? Ever the inquisitive self-detective, I plumbed the depths of my soul for a reason any reason for this unruly behavior... and I think it goes back to the joy of proving to my parents that I was a "good eater" and that I could always finish my meal no matter what. My sister was horrible at this game and I delighted in this fact--maybe too much for a young child... perhaps that scenario has echoed throughout the last two decades to reach me on this day and give me a small trophy of victory each time I finish a meal. And how many such trophies have I won?

Why do parents make their kids finish their meals? Why?!

Anyway, now I am determined to always leave my meals unfinished, as a new feud to the death with my inner child and his trumpeting, gorging, ways. Turn the tables on the sucker and crush his little boyish spirit. That's what I'm going to do and it's going to be so much fun.

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it's totally true, I don't know what compells us to finish meals when are not even hungry. I always take leftovers now and i even try and convince Brian to share a meal with me b/c I cannot even begin to finish the enormous portions we are given. I think the fact that the portions are so huge anymore helps me not eat until I'm as big as the michelin man. And taken leftovers home comforts me in some strange way...anyway, good luck with your new plan.

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