When you meet temptation, and the urge is very strong, Give a little whistle! Give a little whistle! (song lyric)

You can't imagine how wonderful it was to come home to a mailbox literally stuffed with fiber. And I really needed something cuddly.

I spent most of the day playing at being Jimminy Cricket. My job today consisted of asking someone "Should you be doing that?" and "Is that what you're supposed to do?" The worst thing about being somebody's conscious is that it carries over into your own life (Should I be eating that extra piece of chocolate cake?).

I guess it could be worse. I could be feeling like Pinocchio, with a very long nose. (And it would be a very long nose, since I'm in denial over eating that last piece of cake!)