I can't get my diet rolling again.  No matter how hard I try, how disciplined I am throughout the day, opting for the wise selections and guarding against impulse moves.  At nights I'm vulnerable and inevitably doomed.  It all comes crashing down: The thing with food, is that it's comforting, and lulls you to sleep. There's a certain freedom in giving in, with a sick pleasure in the punishment.

Eat it, you fat cow...