Human tracker

The dine out experience is always one to look forward to for me because I get to catch up on lost time with the people I care for, those that growing up has taken the better part of. I get to bring out the playful side and leave the work cap where it belongs, in those rooms with the clients. I get to talk on life's issues cutting deep and listen to chatty chats, both surface level and ocean deep so it is verily, a time of joy. It's something near to the Christmas festive togetherness being rekindled and boy, do I love that Christmas feel!

Mistletoe excitement aside, I sometimes get to those dining sets well laid out for me and mine to happily pay the waiting personnel the amount on the  bill and a little bit more, with my own eating commitments or even temporal eating oaths if I may call them. So at this point is when that dark shade of fear creeps in and I think of whether I will handle and stay true to myself and what I know is best for me or whether it was a wiser idea to just stay back at home and let loneliness cave me in those four walls of my room once again.

The light always outshines the darkness, the beautiful thought strikes me, that life is for living and living well at that so I have to get on my marks!, get ready!, steady! and go for it!! Go and turn every moment into as precious a memory as can be. Now that it has to be a precious memory, I have to be completely at peace with myself and that includes my food choices as per my temporal oath. I then set out to choose that special one in the crowd to help me carry this burden, I choose who I can account to, who I can give the super power to ask me why I am eating what would hurt me by sending me on a long guilt trip and ruin the complete peace I walked in with. With this kind of human tracker, I suppose I sure would have better will power to stay in my lane, no matter how close the forbidden fruit.