A Glass Onion

Don’t Feed the Bear

Yesterday at lunch:

Roommate 1: [waves a Zaxby’s chicken tender in my face] Come on, Lauren, you know you want it!
Roommate 2: Do it, Lauren!
The Guy No One Actually Invited: [laughing]
Me: Uhhh no, I don’t want it.  I have carrots and cashews and clementines!
Roommate 1: Please?  [waves chicken tender]  Just have it.  I don’t want it.  Just eat it.
Roommate 3: Come on, Lauren.  It’s not a big deal.
The Guy No One Actually Invited: [still laughing]
Me: Uhhh
Roommate 1: Eat it.  You know you want to!
Me: [eats the stupid chicken tender]
Roommate 3: Hooray!
Roommate 2: I knew you would…
Roommate 1: See, if you wave something in front of her long enough, she will eat it!
Roommate 3: We know that already!!
Me: ….

… I think this says horrible, horrible things about my self control. 
I’m trying not to be bitter about it.  So I’m just going to wear a sign around my neck that says “Don’t feed the bear.”

Haha overdramatic signs aside, I felt like poop when I heard that.  So today, I’m going to hit the gym hard and eat my fruits and vegetables and not much else. 

I know I’m being overly sensitize… but does anyone else have this problem?