The other factor in this equation is being at home versus traveling or visiting someone else's home. Somehow there's this invisible barrier of self-control that ends when I leave my own residence. For some reason, I doubt that affliction is mine alone. If only my mom and grandma would stop trying to feed me every ten minutes...or I was capable of practicing restraint when cookies are dangled in front of me.
(Disclaimer: This does not imply that I'm dieting, merely trying to form healthier habits. I'm currently sans health insurance, so we'll call it preventative healthcare.)
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