Staring at the now empty pint of ice cream in amazement, I can’t believe that I ate as much as I did. My aching stomach testifies to the fact, although that heavy feeling deep inside of me is more than just chocolate and cream.
Opening the credit card bill, my heart skips a beat as I look at the balance. How could a few trips here and a stop in there have added up to so much? The payment we’d just made to allow us to bring our balance to zero has been swallowed up in treats and entertainment.
“I’m only going to check my email.” Over an hour later I reluctantly step away from the laptop, the children’s pleas for attention and assistance have become too persistent to ignore further. As my husband walks in the door to a still messy living room and a yet-to-be-started dinner, a wave of guilt washes over me.
Self-control: the virtue of one who masters his desires and passions.