One bite.

Scene: You’ve gone out to lunch with a friend. You order the burger and he/she orders the turkey club. It’s some dang good food, and you’re both enjoying it immensely. However, towards the end of your meal, your friend decides that he/she is just too full to eat any more, and the towel (aka, napkin) is officially thrown in. Upon a quick peripheral glance at his/her plate, you see that there is the tiniest portion of food still remaining. In fact, it is perfectly bite-sized. It’s the ideal bite, just one, like a little amuse-bouche, waiting, calling to be eaten. You are suddenly unaware of what your friend is talking about because you are now fixated on how he/she could possibly give up at this crucial point in the meal. It’s like racing to the finish line, seeing it, and then saying, OK, well, I think I’ll go sit down, I’m so worn out. HOW DARE THEY. Is that a way to live life? The perfect bite, wasted. As you continue to stare, it begins to call your name, but you don’t want it, you’re busy focused on your own personal goals. Really, would that last 20 calories kill him/her? Would sudden heartburn or indigestion result from that last hurrah? No, Perfect-Bite-Waster, no. And as you pay the check and push back your chair to leave, you give one last cursory glance to the beautiful bite and promise yourself that you will never create this type of food debauchery. And 4 hours later, when your friend complains of the onset of hunger? You shake your head in silence and think – if only, if only.